Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Failure, 1969

I don't know why I'm here,
Everything I do, fails,
Through my life, I have shed many tears,
I sometimes feel that I could bite nails.

I have nothing that I can do,
Nothing used to be for me,
I wish I could start over brand new,
Don't you see?

Why can't I be like others,
Like everybody's sister or brother,
Why can't I?
I guess I can try.

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