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by Naerwen Dec 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Each day another failure, Striving to impress a fickle heart, Little recognition for my painful efforts, Will I ever accomplish a hopeless cause? Each failing stride I fall weak, I have nothing more to give, Yet more is demanded of me, My heart growing faint and weary Determined to get back up, Prove I am worthy of her title, That I am not just this ugly face, Make her proud of me one day All I ever wanted in life, To please my mother she, To have her utter three small words, In exchange for my troubles Is it ever possible, To break a heart that is lost? An unplaced feeling of neglect, Do I deserve all this pain? Undertake a struggle, Battlefield now within my soul, Craving for acknowledgement, Mother I did it all for you I still wait for the day, A mothers embrace so warm, To hear her utter three small words, ‘Stephanie, I love you’