I can't recall a compliment
From my mother
Not a single one
And that realization
May be the biggest
Heart break of my life
No wonder
I never think im good enough
I was starved from the beginning
Good thing my roots are tough
My branches gracefully
Reach for your hand
You may have shot me down
But I danced my way to the ground
Like a dying leaf at the end of the line
A ballerina with no desire
To perform for your applause
To wear your heavy crown
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