Sorry

There is no joy in
Her constant struggle,
Masquerading as a Diddy party.

Her emotional immaturity
Is her scar and her army.

For she’s unfit for pity parties.
Smiling is like her Bacardi.

Until the day life tells her sorry.

brownsugatou/mosdefaqueen
(c) 2013

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