I don't know what's wrong with me at times
Am I really mental? Or is that just my excuse?Maybe I am the spawn of the devil
That's why I am so much troubleWhy couldn't I be good?
Like one of those other children that have proud parents?Instead I just disappoint mine
And because of that I end up having to payA fucked up price, is this really what I want?
Or is this what they want?I can't even believe your lies anymore...
Just be honest with me...I was a mistake, wasn't I?
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Regrets And Feelings
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