by Kathartik Kry
To others, yes you were But when it came to me Hatred would occur I tried to earn your love As any daughter would But when it came to me It was just no good No grade was ever high enough No sacrifice ever seen Perfection wasn’t good enough To earn your love for me A child with a broken heart Is just too hard to see That’s when I became a ghost And no one cared for me A little speck of nothing A tiny grain of dirt The child no one cared about Just kept on getting hurt But that tiny little speck Turned out to be a seed Through the storms it grew and grew Turning into me Who am I supposed to be I live for me; not you Look at me what do you see Nothing close to you
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