Mist

The mist

Of the past

Often keeps me stuck

In the fog

Of lies

That I was told

You’re not pretty

You’ve no talent

You’ll never amount to much

Was the misty

Bill of goods

That I was sold

I try

Day by day

To overcome

The fog

But in my doubts

The mist still

Lingers on

But so long

As I have breath

I will fight

To beat the mist

I won’t let

The fog defeat me

Until I’m dead and gone.

DizzyDezzi (c) 2016

(www.dizzydezzi.com)

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