Was it wrong of me?
To expect a little more,
For I just wanted not to be mistaken,
Not to be misunderstood anymore.
I was known to be selfish,
By each and everyone I met,
Couldn't you be a little different,
And explore the depths of my soul.
Yes, I'm selfish, because no one is mine,
But also, I care a lot, as I am not a stone,
Can't you see the spark of care?
Burning beneath my heart of stone.
Can't you just, a little more,
Implore the flowerbeds lying beneath my soul?
For I just wanted you not to be quick to judge,
But you were the opposite, contradicting my thought.
I thought I could seek solace in you,
You would carve my in perfection with paint of gold,
Rather you pointed them out so harshly,
What a fool to think you had a heart of gold!
I am a dry, devastated, dead rose,
Dead due to the treatment that I didn't deserve,
Can't I expect a little more from you?
To love and hug me, just as I deserve.
I know by now, I don't need to be understood,
For as long as I am the truth myself,
For as long as I am my own salvation,
And as long as I grasp myself.
Now call me selfish , because that's what I am,
I am glad to be self-convincing in this world full of lies,
For I know I am MY OWN Angel of salvation,
I don't need anyone, anymore.
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