Blemished Record
This blemished record
Uncalled for and unjust accusations
When did you become a pompous lord?
Rise much higher
And you'll burn in the sun
Screaming my denial
Alone and unheard
Underhanded games were always your style
Can't even say a word
Is it that easy to look down on me;
Your forgotten prodigy
Copyright © Kennedy Elizabeth | Year Posted 2012
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