There are many things about me that I like to hide.
For many it seems that some would be a source of pride.
I feel as thought in me there is little worth,
I’ve been unwanted from the day of my birth.
Talent? Who me?
In what? I would like to see.
I look into the darkness waiting to feel,
Someday it will all be real.
I write my tears, hopes and dreams
Do you know all my heard does is screams?
Lost? Broken?
Empty, I wish not to be.
I know that I have given,
You’ve taken it all from me
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