I may be a drama queen,
I walk in the rain.
But I take no pleasure,
In other people’s pain.
I don’t rise in the morning,
And curse those I love,
For them having plenty,
And I not enough.
I’m not waiting for their failure,
Just so I can feel smug,
About my existence,
And continuing luck.
I might shun convention,
But I love from my core,
Unlike “some” who would tell me,
I act like whore.
No, I’m not like you,
So I’ll suffer your abuse,
But at least I am living,
Unlike your poor excuse.















Comments
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The Monocle's seventh orphan...utterly useless...
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Some friendships go deeper than madness or common sense.
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Some friendships go deeper than madness or common sense.
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"It's Art" is the best excuse in the world!
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Some friendships go deeper than madness or common sense.
But I make no excuses for what I am
Nice one
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The only thing worse then fighting for what is wrong,
Is not fighting for what is right.
But I make no excuses for what I am
Nice one
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The only thing worse then fighting for what is wrong,
Is not fighting for what is right.
But I make no excuses for what I am
Nice one
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The only thing worse then fighting for what is wrong,
Is not fighting for what is right.
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