Insecure, She Says

Insecure, she says

I look at her across the table and think ​­

          you're perfect

I have a vendetta against ​­

          whoever made her feel less than just that

She deserves more than

          The hand she’s been dealt

She’s had too much taken from her

          And not enough given

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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