Everything I do
Everything I say
Is wrong
Unknown
Buried on an island
Somewhere
Under the bed
Somewhere
In the corner
Somewhere
Maybe in the clouds
Somewhere
Stop looking
Please stop
I'm no good
Around people
Everything I do
Everything I say
Is wrong
Unknown
Buried on an island
Somewhere
Under the bed
Somewhere
In the corner
Somewhere
Maybe in the clouds
Somewhere
Stop looking
Please stop
I'm no good
Around people
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Comments1
When feeling that way we can get very sensitive, thinking all we do is wrong and people are always telling us that and that is not always the case. When in the dark we feel safer being left alone, yet it is never the right way to deal with it in the end. A poignant and emotional write
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