They Claim
I entertain, insignificant thoughts
I feel, insufficient, pain
All of my burdens are my own fault
Or that is what they claim
Un-lived, unloved, un worthy being
Sheltered from extremes
A foolish child, kept from seeing
What heartache truly means
This life I lead, is just pretend
I’m a rodent, in this maze
My sacrifice, they won’t expend
They claim, I’m wasted space
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2019
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