why do i even try
when life's full of bitter lies
why was i forced to reside
in this world of depression where there's nowhere to hide
i guess that i'm held here by expectation
and my wavering belief in the final destination
but if the words they've told me all my life are true
it's my life of sin that i am going to rue
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Skepticism
PoetryI'm not a professional writer. I'm a teenage girl. That being said, my writing may not be to your liking. If it isn't, kindly leave. Thank you.
