Bad Luck
Why is it everyday I feel as if I'm just a failure,
And I'm locked in an emotional prison & I'm my own jailer?
Why do I feel that anyone I try to help will only think I mess everything up,
And that everything will go wrong if by me it's touched?
Why do I feel as though the world would be a better place without me,
And that everyone runs the other way when they see the person coming is just-
-'lil 'ol me?-
Why doesn't anyone just see & understand I just feel so empty & alone,
And all I need is for someone to make me feel as if their heart was my home!
Copyright © Cathleen Still | Year Posted 2006
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