Me

In the heart of the Bay Area 

There's a lost little girl with a head full of curls

And the weight of the world on her shoulders

But her story is colder

 

All the men she has encountered all proved to be cowards

Mis-used abused and bruised her with power

Now her doubts are getting louder

 

And now her tears are building up buiding up building up

And all her fears are killing her killing her killing her

She doesn't belive in herself anymore anymore anymore

She learned life isnt fair and is filled with despair

But she rolled up her sleeves and dealt with the greif

And was able to see

And became who she wanted to be

Because I belived in her

This poem is about: 
Me

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