Born in this world all alone,
Never given a safe place to call home.
Always fighting to find my place,
Always finishing last in the race.
Why do I even try anymore?
To open all the closed doors.
To fix what's already been long broken,
To hear my words finally outspoken.
You say that I was a mistake,
I wish I wasn't your burden to take.
But if you could please just find a place in your heart;
For this little mistake that's falling apart.
YOU ARE READING
Poised and Prompted
Historia CortaA collection of short stories based on prompts and just anything random that comes to my head (kinda dark, sorry)
