Problem Child

She suffered without gratitude.

She lived and loved her pain.

All the wise men tried and tried.

And failed and tried again.

Was shown about the here and now.

She even seemed to care.

I could even say I loved her once.

If I were being fair.

But sometimes you just have enough.

The truth is cold and free.

If you can’t love yourself.

There’s no chance of loving me.

Dennis Mantin

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