Damage Goods.
I feel like a
Damage girl
Who’s slowly
Loosing her
Soul. And
She’s slowly
Loosing the
Path she
wants to go.
Everybody always
Trying to tell her what
Paths to go in life
And she just wish they’d
All give her a break, it’s her
Life for goodness sake.
She sometimes feels like
She has no say in anything.
They all don’t get her point
About anything because they
Hardly ever take the time to
Listen to her thoughts and feelings.
When they don’t understand I’m on
The road of strength, courage, and faith!
And doing what feels right to the inter lory
Everyday! But the sarcasm I get from them
Makes me feel like I’m nothing but some
Wore out damage goods
for them to toss to the side
and leave behind.