Speaking Life
I don't care to make beautiful things,they won't please her eyes.
I don't care to try my hardest,
she'll only want what I did not give.
I'm tired of being here,
she makes me feel I'll never be good enough,
and it just so happens i trust her.
Will I ever be enough?
Ever give enough?
What she doesn't realize,
could kill me.
What she doesn't see,
is the very essence of me.
If she cares,
I wish she didn't,
because her caring is hurting me.
Speak life mothers.
Your daughters are hearing death.
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