Inks of Heart

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Sometimes I feel like
I'm living on crumbs;
No. It is real,
That I'm living on crumbs.

Crumbs from the people,
When they've given the
Treat to everyone else.

Crumbs from the people,
For whom I have to
Beg and prove myself.

Of being worthy enough,
Of being lovable enough,
To be accepted,
Of being good enough.

Spending my time, my mind,
My heart, my life
In bending over backwards
Like a freaking toy.

Just to be fed
Crumbs in the end.
And that's when I get tired,
Starved to death.

I don't want a crumb,
I'm not pitiful.
I know I deserve a meal,
Full, complete and truthful.

~☆~✧~✧~☆~
When a person has been starved
He'll savour every crumb;
Even the ones thrown...
Anna