Will there be a time,
When I can shine,
There is no belief left in me,
As all I get to know are worst of me,
They scold, they hold,
They drown my thoughts,
They say with distaste,
That I'm a waste,
Will I ever have the courage,
To fight them with rage,
They say all that matters is age,
The wiser you become in older age,
But the olders are ruthless,
They say you are worthless,
Can't they ever believe,
That I can also live,
Mistakes are not mine,
Yet I have paid with all divine,
Can't they leave me just yet,
Because I can take no more berate.
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Poetryjust some poems by me it will cover mostly anything that I can write and the cover is not mine
