My best is never enough
what I give to you
is pulled and twisted
distorted and turned
manipulated into something
unrecognizable
easily dismissable
lightly regarded
But when I gave it
it was my all
my everything
it meant something
some small irreplaceable peice of me
went into it
a gift from my heart
delivered straight to you
Why is my all
never enough
and your greed so thick
your willingness to take so complete
that you can destroy my humble gift
without thought
without flinching?
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