#WritcoPoemPrompt102
Pen a poem about the ONE who gave way to fulfill your desire to write.
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I don’t really have a name,
No label ever feels the same.
They tell me things I fail to see,
But none of them feel true to me

They call me beautiful but I just find,
Flaws and scars inside my mind.
They say I'm smart but deep inside,
I see mistakes I try to hide.

They call me talented—maybe so,
But trophies don’t mean much, you know?
Will I ever be enough?...