I used to feel value
As though I somehow had something to offer
Someone
Equating value with money
Leaves me in the bargain bin
I am the marked down item no one needs for free
Worse still I am a leach sucking the blood out of those
Who give value to my dreams
I am a nothing carrying nothing
A burden never asked for
Sitting on a park step
Dreaming of the day I'll deserve
The time to dream
The man who loves me
And all the oppurtunities my parents gave me
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