A Last Glance at the Final Defeat

My head bowed in defeat

I lay on the edge of my bed

Waiting for my eyes to stop wondering for a reason to stop

I glanced on the red stains on the walls...they were splattered...my favorite design

I have no regrets

Everything I did, even though some see as morally or legally wrong

I don't regret it

But disappointment numbed me

Smothered with pressured regret

They want me to feel sorry

But I just feel like a bad person

Judged everyday of my life

Watched by prejudice eyes in a society demanding perfection

No matter how hard I try

Even thought I'm right I still lose the battle

I had put my trust in you

But if I fail too you'll know what it's like to disappoint someone

The End

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