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11th day of May 2020

Infelicitous
by yours truly

Words striking inside my soul,
I am just a lost fool.

Begging for attention,
Wishing for appreciation.

Hopes cannot soar high enough,
Being caught in a trap,
Broken wings filled with people's laugh.

Always being against of, like in a debate,
Afflicted by arguments.

I am being criticized by my mistakes,
But no one was grateful of my triumphs.

I am slowly being thrown of pity,
But no one really sees my capability.

I am being fired by too many judgments,
No one took my side, no one put themselves in my situations.

Blames being endured by my soul,
I am always a lost fool.

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