• I lay here dying emotionally
    Like a child crept up in the corner of her room.
    After a suttle beating from her loved ones.
    Shes left thinking "What have I done wrong?"
    She tells herself nothing but her parents say everything.

    She can't be perfect
    She can't be useful
    She can't be anything.
    Just a speck of dust in the corner.
    No one cares
    No one worries if shes ok.

    Just another kid in the corner of her life...
    Awaiting her clear known fate.