I feel like a disappointment,
never really doing what's best
or at least, best seen.
I want to be so much for you,
for everyone,
but it's so much.
There's not enough of me
to be enough for you
or them
or me.
I'm a mason jar of money
that no one puts cash in,
only greedy hands that take and take
and there's so many hands in this amazingly small jar.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryBear with me through these midnight moments and daily empty talks because if you don't, who will?
