I do not want to be that way

Up till the present day

I have been good just

To make your head shake

Mistaking the same mistakes

Over and over again

You loved me so I learned love

You were loyal to me so I learned


It was never due to me

Should I be out on the street

Destitute in poverty

You would still deserve 

The very best of me

Might I never feel entitled

To indulge my sensories

Because of some good deed

Improperly percived, carried

Out by my hands,

By my imperfect eyes


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