Poetry Blogs (mistake)

What did friends offer? 
Except only talking
I really allowys suffer
My heart is sadly shaking

There was time to judge
Who was a fake or pure 
Until we reached the edge
No friendship for sure

Life is a lie, and fancy
Nobody in reality is trusty
Friendship has no policy 
May be I'm, only, faulty 

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Hate to be the monster they see
when they look at me through my eyes
and hate to be the daughter
that they disgrace with heart.

Because, I am nothing but a mistake,
I am as worthless as the dirt we walk on,
and I am as imperfect as anyone can be.

But, as for my sister she is like a princess
in my parents giving eyes.
She's everything that I am not.
She's there perfect little angel
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