Allow Her To Weep Buckets
Often she is at the end of her wits
Trying to understand herself
Trying to understand others
And why,
She is a dunce at life
It is said, life can be thought of as either a success or a failure
It is how they will see it
It is how it will be defined
And at the end of her years she will try and do the same
At least that's what Erik Erikson said
And we all define it differently
By her own degree she feels like she is lagging behind
She can't seem to find the silver lining
Much less draw it
Despite the hearing of what she deserves, and something similar along those lines
So allow her to weep buckets
Maybe then it did bring some relief
Like breaking out
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