The Great Disappointment

Laying on the ground,

Curled up in a little ball,

I cry.

I cry tears of sadness;

Cry tears of fear.

I cry tears of rejection;

Cry tears of pain.

Why did I believe?

How could I ever have thought

That I would be good enough?

I cry.

It would seem
That no matter what I do,

I will always be

The great disappointment

Of my family.

 

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