Don’t you hate it, when just everything in the world turns against you?…
Wouldn’t you love it, if you could prove it to them, what you’re worthy of?…
The pain they make you go through, every time they push you down…
The hatred you feel towards them, towards the things they say or do…
They make you feel guilty at times, for things you haven’t even done…
Wouldn’t it be great, if just once, would they love you for who you are?…
Would be great, if someone, for once came along, and said “you did good girl, you did good!”
Would be great, if they thought, I was worthy of doing things the way i want to…
Would be great, If I was loved!…
Wouldn’t you love it, if you could prove it to them, what you’re worthy of?…
The pain they make you go through, every time they push you down…
The hatred you feel towards them, towards the things they say or do…
They make you feel guilty at times, for things you haven’t even done…
Wouldn’t it be great, if just once, would they love you for who you are?…
Would be great, if someone, for once came along, and said “you did good girl, you did good!”
Would be great, if they thought, I was worthy of doing things the way i want to…
Would be great, If I was loved!…
Funky Poet 