The Truth Episode 4

May 18, 2020

Wishing for endless dreams

I'm ripping apart at the seams

Like an old, overworn dress

All I do is try to impress

I was desperate to have a mom that I didn't own

That comfort from an alien on a throne

Needing security from maternity

I'm sorry I'm not perfect but...

"Why can't you just be perfection?"

That I've never been because I'm your infection

I feel so alone

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