I’m tired of all the arguments,
Being all it’s doing is bringing me down,
Even if they don’t see it,
I need it,
The longing for love,
For a dove with a broken sole,
It cannot come from magic,
It cannot come from static,

I’m tired of always being put down,
You are supposed to have good sound,
Quit telling me I’m worthless,
That I’m nothing,
You say that you care,
But if you did you could see the tare that is in my heart,

You say that you are proud of me,
I can’t see it,
You tell me too many times that I’m a mess up,
Or to shut up,
So no I don’t see it,

You say that I’m needed in this world,
The world is doing perfectly fine without me,
I know that you don’t see my potential,
But I see what you don’t,
A broken sole just trying to live its life.


So, I created this story for one of my friends who is going through hell at home. Her parents treat her like garbage so, I created this to show her parents!