I have been ridiculed and poor-mouth from those in my family.
I have been called useless and lazy
but how come you run after me
for help if I am useless.
You talk to me with your sweet words
trying to bribe me to help you.
I want to say no but the way you talk to me makes me reconcile
on maybe if i do it, you will learn to love me.
Well not love me, maybe appreciate me
more with the fact that I drop everything just for you.
Then again, you talk you're filth about me to your family.
I stand there distraught and filled with sadness that I will
always remain to you as useless.
~just a waste of space
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Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
