Luck

May 11, 2009
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Wishing upon a star,




Is what everyone tells me
But I don’t wish anymore,
I make my own luck now,


I was abandoned and ashamed,
Let go of,
And affronted,
My secrets turned against me,
I was revealed
And no one wanted me.
My past was regrettable,
I was utterly ashamed
And not trusted

I let my feelings go away on a journey,
And kept no pity for myself.
Before I was vulnerable,
Weak and stupid,
I didn’t want to believe,
I meant nothing to the world,
I was nothing in it

I’m strong now,
Unable to respond to love,
For I know,
The hatred in the world
Is contained in me.





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