Lost Angel With a Broken Wing
I could be an angel,
with a broken wing,
and not even know,
simply because my,
sense of touch went cold.
So here I sit in the dark,
unable to even see,
whether or not the people,
I know truly love me.
Most people I know,
refuse to even let me grow,
to some of them I am a fool,
but to all of them I am a tool.
So I try to find a way out,
to find a way to at least date,
so I can feel better about myself,
and get away from a town full of hate.
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