By Arcassin Burnham

A failure at heart of all the most harshest things
Will never see the inside of a lovely fling,
I will never get to experience the finer things,
And will never get to take in all the beautiful things,

Disgrace by some and mistaken by others,
Everyone sees you as an entity just hiding in dark
Corridors and making the ghost sounds because your
Trapped behind a curtain of shame and pure let downs
Scurrying from the scenes that you've failed to realize,
I wonder how the stars would look in Paradise,
Everyday I realize that I could never do what you do,
Could never obtain the statuses that you possess to be crude,
No I'm not as strong but I'm not afraid to hit you in the face,
To be ridiculed will get you killed, this is not a phase,

When I say I hate you it's not a metaphor,
Family or not , I trust no one,
If this is the way life has to be then bring more,
I'm use to situations anyway to find out what else is in store,
I will be great,
I will rise,

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