I don’t know what to think of myself.
I think I’m smart and understand so much.
But behind the veil. I’m a dummy
I often sit and ponder. I’m so observant of others yet not of myself. I hate being me I seem to think.
Sad and often regretful. However I refuse to fall to depression.
Why?
Simply cause momma ain’t raise no bitch.
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