I'm disappointed
I want to scream, cry and complain
I want to tell them
That they crashed my little hope
And made me feel unimportant
I'm so disappointed and yet
And yet I want to beg
I want to beg them just once
I want to beg them to make me feel that I'm also important
That I'm also loved
But as much as I want to scram, cry and complain
I can't
Because from the very beginning
I know for sure that
I can't have the smallest hope
And feel disappointed
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Cause I know for sure that I'm never important
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Colors of pain
PoetryPain is like happiness it's colorful and full of stories to tell