by Angelina Marshall

Created on: April 22, 2008

The Wrong Type

I have the worst taste
It shows in my relationships
The abusive one
The loveless one
The needy one
The broke one
Why do I have to be dependable
Why do I have to be the strong one?
I am not a fortress
There are so many weaknesses deep inside
You never make me better
Just more holes added to this wall
This wallit is crumbling
My life is crumbling
Its fallingdying.
I am dyingcan you not see?
Have you yet to see the real me?

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