My miles

I may not look pretty in my face
But I have a good heart and a nice place
Hardly have any friends
becuz their not nice
And don't do what they
Do for the money price
Their nice in front of my face
Talk bad behind my back
Next thing next is I'm
Always having to pack
I don't like people who
Lie to me at all
Try to hustle money
but never shop at the mall
I thank section 8
for paying my rent
Because I needed help
Because my life isn't broken just bent
Raising myself out  in the woods
Learning everything I wanted and could
Was in a 81/2 year relationship
To a man that I loved
Wishing I was his world
His angel sent from above
I found out to be a laughing
Joke to him I see
Will my heart ever mend
And my mind be free
Waiting for the day
 were I can smile
Letting it be real not
Fake orwalk in my miles