Useless, ain't she, oh my!?
Good for nothing, wings too stubborn to fly.
Talks more, does less.
And when she does it, makes a mess.
Always, never satisfied.
Expects more, gets none, she cries.
Tries, tries, tries,
Each time, a little, dies inside.
Whatever she is for the world,
Insults, at herself, she hurls.
Abused, mentally.
Bullied, relentlessly.
An obscure metaphor,
Duly admired, but never understood,
Fighting to stay in the books.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry"But again, I'm warning you, All I am is a pathetic little beast. I'm scarred inside very deep, Scarred because of words for eternity. If you have the courage to take a peek, Then come and join the fraterni...
