Doomed to Fail
I am left hopeless; doomed to fail before I try.
Always make a mess and then left to wonder why.
I cannot impress the weight of each small sigh.
That I try to dress well is my feeble, sad cry.
Everything is torn between two: my naïve heart
and my wiser mind.
The battle has this soul worn and shredded apart.
I wish love were kind.
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