White Trash Child
Look at me, discarded white trash, with dirt on my face, and blood on my hands. I'm not good enough to be around you. It's written on my face that I'm raggy and used. I know that you're ashamed of what I am like, but you caused the disaster, that is my life. I won't go away, I won't disappear, you can close your eyes and I'll still be here.This is about people constantly blaming me for their problems and about people that just look at me and don't see hwta i really am...it's kinda mixed up. Written September 13th, 2001 © on Feb 25 2002 07:39 AM PST 0 • 1
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