Worthless Self
When it was all over,I had accomplished nothing.
Pausing to look back,
I take no comfort in knowing
That I made it.
Plagued by frustrations,
Overtaken by sensations,
Amongst a wiry bunch.
I should be happy I made it.
I made it, five hours strong.
I made it, nearly all day long.
Purse holding, bag totting
Man in the mall... I made it.
I have been dragged along,
Listening to those silly songs,
But I had won.
I have proven I can make it
Shopping for more shoes
For her shelf.
Nothing gained but hey
I made it!
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