Excuses, Excuses
I have my own truths
I'm sure you have yours too,
sparkling gems of experience
that no one else will ever believe.
I remember the first time you left me
deep in Mother Earth's womb,
I awoke and you were gone,
It was supposed to be me.
Did God put his foot down
and change everything..
Pops use to tell me
that I was good for nothing,
I believed him.
and then he wanted me to reach
for the stars, soothe his worried mind,
expected me to feel loved,
expected me to show love
but I never learned how.
and now, even after all these years
I'm still haunted by his voice
Good for nothing.
So why do guys expect me to know
what I have never known.
What did I ask for
that was simply too much?
But take a look at yourself
because I am not the only one
who was left feeling unlovely.
Unlovely flowers wither
and drop from the stem.
Only plastic flowers please them.
I don't really believe that
but I need an excuse
for being me.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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