The Truth I Live
Born a mistake in your eyes,
made to grow believing your lies.
Time goes on but my pain does grow,
why I am here nobody knows.
Everything I touch burns to the ground,
even my loved ones I can not keep around.
Torn on the inside by the truth that is me,
and always feeling nothing I will be.
Cause if the one who made me hates me so,
then so does the world and now I know.
I know I am a joke, a mistake, a lie,
and this is the truth I live with till the day I die.
By: Angela Holcomb
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