In the game of life,
I’m someone replaceable,
Someone who’s plain,
Someone who doesn’t matter,
Because you could make me up again,
If you even cared,
By taking the bad traits in other girls
And combining them as one,
Because I’m imperfect,
As so many have told me,
And am as insignificant as a pawn,
Used only to save others,
And I’ll never meet anyone’s standards,
No matter how hard I try,
No matter how much I accomplish,
I’m never good enough
For anyone to notice
Because in the game of life,
I don’t exist.

angel lockheart

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