To Be Me Poem by Heather Coldwell

You always say that i could do better
altough i always try
you told me not in person but in a letter
which, like you knew, would make me cry

i've never tried to be something i'm not
i've done my own thing
but i love you, and thats what you forgot
but to you, anger is all i bring

i will try harder because thats what i do
even though i know i shouldn't
i'll never be good enough for you
maybe i always knew i wouldn't

it's like when i'm there, you don't notice me
and thats the sad fact
but without you, i know i couldn't be
and that i wish i lacked.

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