Shame

Shame

Dark and Heavy

Weighed me down

I felt shame for being bad

I had to be bad

If I was not bad

Then my world was bad

How could my mother and father be bad?

So I hid the bad I thought was mine

And worked hard to be good

If I was good

I would be loved and wanted

And I could make up for the bad inside

 

 

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