Without grace
I destroy it all
When feeling small
When I feel alone
I embrace the fall
True words come out
Without a doubt
I pitch a fit
I scream and shout
I make my bed
Like it’s been said
Though not quite fair
I’ve been misread
But no one cares
For scars I wear
I lost control
They point and stare
I’ll never face
An ounce of grace
For, I was wrong
And out of place
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2024
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