Trash

It seems to always follow me
Wherever I do roam
Is there nowhere to lay my head?
No place I may call home?

Called trash
I, so deserving?
Of such a horrid term?

No matter how I greet the world
Nothing's changed
A lesson learned

Others think ill of me
Even when I'm at my best
No more misery
Please...just happiness

I grow tired of this test

A burden placed upon me
One I cannot escape
Although I do the right things
I'm told they're all mistakes

That name, somehow it follows me
Fine, trash, yes, I accept it
But I'm about to show you all
Something truly unexpected

Reviews

[PANDORA]

I read through a few of your pieces but really connected with this one. Happiness just out of reach, misunderstood, yet through it all a determination to come out on top.

Well written. I look forward to reading more!!