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To much for even me.
Am i what you want?
Am I ever what you need?
Unwanted
Am I your Burden?
Am I your crutch?
Some days even for me
I think I'm to much.
They can't help me
And they can't see I can't help myself.
I beg
I plead
But I'm never what they need.
Unwanted
Look at her she's so tragic
The truth starts
At first
Feeling like static
Then an electronic shock
Leaving the burns
Leaving me fried
They all lied
I knew their secret
I'm they're regret
I'm to much
Even for me.
Am I ever what you need?
Unwanted
Am I your Burden?
Am I your crutch?
Some days even for me
I think I'm to much.
They can't help me
And they can't see I can't help myself.
I beg
I plead
But I'm never what they need.
Unwanted
Look at her she's so tragic
The truth starts
At first
Feeling like static
Then an electronic shock
Leaving the burns
Leaving me fried
They all lied
I knew their secret
I'm they're regret
I'm to much
Even for me.
Published 16th May 2018
Author's Note
This poem touches on my feeling of being a burden to everyone. That my disability, my over thinking and my self doubts makes it difficult for anyone to want me around.
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