Never
It's pitiful how I try to hide behide this membrane I call a mask,
When it attempts to hide my sadness and sorrows.
I feel forgotten and taken advantage of all at the same time.
Because I was better at something else.
Belonged where i was before,
A slave, A pawn, A soldier.
Never will I be the leader I wish to be.
Copyright © Brittany Gentry | Year Posted 2011
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