Self-Pitty

by Vincent DONNAHUE III - Cancer

I can't say no,
Even if I know
I am making a fool;
For me, your wishes rule.

Self-pitty I feal,
After accepting your propositions,
Angry for being on my knees,
Failing my intuition.

Hating my selfand you,
More than I hate this world,
I see how it's shitty;
Turning myself to the self-pitty.

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2002-08-12 18:54:38
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:33
Poem ID: 69837

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