A spinster all the same.
What can i do? What can i say? To make all this pain just go away.
If i am real. If i'm not shit. Why does everything get put on me?
Easy to blame? Easy to touch? My vanity and soul slowly dissapear.
If im an angel. If im a god. Why cant i make everything better than this?
Should i stay? Should i just leave you? Return everything to its normal state.
Im not happy. Im just a bitch. Just let everybody hate me, steal the stitch?
Am i a victim? A toy in society? Can't make anyone happy, not even me.
You never have loved me. Not even now. Did you even mean it? Bet fucking not!
Are these tears in my eyes? Am i just a fake? No-one with no feelings or hope in a heart.
Down in the bottom. Is where my sanity lies. Taken away from me, not feeling despair?
Sympathy? Empathy? These not from me. I bet my blood is cold.
I know what you think. Hated me always. You don't know how much you mean?
Treat me like shit? Get away with it? You always have lately, can't take much more.
Unfairly treated for all of my years. Think you've got it bad. Have you looked through my eyes?
Torn? Hurt? I can never tell now.
You'll never know my pain. My guilt. How much i used to care for you, what do you think now?
Was it all sweet? What did i mean? Can't tell that much, everything's fake.
Im a shit person. Hate what ive become. How did you not see this?
Youth? Elder? I never know where im going, or where i'll end up.
Being used by an elder. Treated like a youth. My mind so mixed up. Am i telling the truth?
Full of lies? Deceit? So pissed off trying to decide, where im going with this.
Music fills me up. Dancing makes it better. Am i on my own in this? Could someone do it better?
Was i ever wanted? Is it just a test? Don't know what im going to do, i wish i was with you.
Seeing the real side of me. Hate it just the same. Am i going to stay here, keep feeling the same old shit?
Why don't you want me? Why do you always do this? Ugly in every sense. A spinster all the same.
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"dwell in possibility."-emily dickinson
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"dwell in possibility."-emily dickinson
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