What Is It About Me
What is it about me? Is it, I'm not the beauty, you think I ought to be? Is it, the bags under my eyes, my hair not long enough, or my gap between my teeth spaced to far? What is it about me? Is it, I'm not capable of any accomplishments in society's eyes; rather it's keeping a job, keeping my house clean with perfection, or keeping my kids secure and feeling loved? What is it about me? Am I worthy to be a mother? Am I worthy to be a wife? Am I worthy of your love? What is it about me? What is the greatest design? What is my destiny? What is waiting for me at the end of my journey? What is it about me? Why am I always lettin society down? Why nothing I do, is ever good enough? Why do this negative energy, weigh so heavy on and around me? What is it about me? Why my misery can't or won't end? Why do I feel like falling in a deep sleep, to never awake again? I wonder if that would make it easier for me, better for everyone else? Why no one understands my pain? What is it about me? Why at times I'm ok with my life, and at times I'm angry at everything society throws my way? Why at times, I'd rather be dead, away from the judgment of everyone's ideal on who they think I should be? What is it about me? Why people underestimate my potential, don't care about how I feel, or try to make me feel invisible? What is it about me? Can anyone tell me? What is it about me? Do anyone care? What is it about me? Will I ever know? What is it about me?
Copyright © Kotasha Mcburrows | Year Posted 2019
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