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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