Queen faliure
I am the Queen of faliure.
At every thing I do I fail.
My life is full of misery.
My hart is sad and depressed.
Why do I fail?
I wanted to be strong.
Instead I cry.
I wanted friends.
Instead I am alone.
All on my own.
Why do I fail?
Why oh why?
I want to be happy.
And care free
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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