Some DaysA Poem by MelLM
Some Days
I wonder if my grandmother is proud of me I guess that she would smile Or maybe she would shamelessly stare As if I really was the disappointment. Some days I think about what my mother said I need to make something out of myself. Perhaps she didn't need to worry Maybe I was supposed to be the disappointment. Some days I wonder what you think of me I guess that you don't. Or maybe I am wrong Maybe you think I'm not the disappointment. © 2014 MelLM |
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Added on March 20, 2014 Last Updated on March 20, 2014 Author
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