Like the teacher who always hated me,
you seem to catch me at my very worst.
Is it a ploy to teach me a lesson
or expose those scars my pride has nursed?
Maybe I've been cursed.
No matter which way my feet are pointed
a part of me will remain in the shade,
but part of me is always disappointed
with the part of me which is portrayed.
I am the sunshine on a cloudy day;
you never see when I am at my best.
I hope to burn right through every problem
which has kept me concealed and suppressed.
Maybe I'll be blessed.
No matter which way my feet are pointed
a part of me will remain in the shade,
but part of me is always disappointed
with the part of me which is portrayed.
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