You bitch and moan I copy you
as if you ever cross my mind
you're nothing but a ghost to me
an odor left behind
You hide behind a damaged soul
and blame your inner strife
but maybe you're just rotten through
You ruin your own life
having issues isn't a free pass
to hurt people you meet
a tragic mask won't hide the trash
you throw out in defeat
I'd never trade my life for yours
I don't wish to take your place
you're nothing in my universe
empty words without a face
About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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