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The Reason, I Failed
Was it, the one for me
The red eyes and the pale face
That got my front seat
Was it, the one to teach
The reasons not to waile at thee
ends of a happy fight
Rejections in their dress
That impressive statement
" You suck at this"
Will seduce your mind
and keep you up at night
Like bacterial on an old wine
Your dreams but a note
In the strings of a music laugh
Will echo in times that past
I sat with failure and she danced
to the tunes rejection played.
She then stole my heart
We married and had, hate
Eventually, she grew up to date
"Depression" his name he; says
The thaughts of memories
That linger all day
I became of age
Now I have written over a page
stereotypes i face today, from they;
To let you know I cannot fight
For I am bound to fail
With my name on sale
By Lekene Paul
Copyright ©
Paul Lekene
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