Based on a friends lament about not being good enough for …..

I walk in the night
damaged and not right
wondering what’s the purpose of life

It’s out of control
rat’s attack me from holes
and their teeth cut like a knife

Unproductive impatient irresponsible it’s true,
I never seem to be able to accomplish what I set out to do,
My life is full of strife

But what hurts the worst
is the matter of birth
and why I’ll never be fit to be a wife

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