Original Poetry

For Them

I painted my nails for them,
Spent my wage slips on them.
I put on my best dress for them,
And made sure my face was
Pretty for them.
In the end, that was never enough
For them.
I wasn’t good enough for them.
Soon, they got bored.
I was no good to them.

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