I could do 2000% even go the distance
But one mistake I'm on my ass
Do you even listen?
This fear in me is imbedded deep
The blood I shed is merely weak
You want perfection but that's not me
F a i l u r e
Now that's me
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
