I care about you all but is it right that after all the years I'm still fighting for what you believe in instead of my own desires? Its a dying shame; a crime on humanity that I care so much about what you think of me. That it matters to me whether or not you're proud of who I am and what I do. And to know it doesn't matter that I'm human raw and to the bone. That I make mistakes and I learn from the past. Because you still judge and I still shatter as I hit the ground. And these metaphorical wounds are just as painful as the real thing. Because your words still sting and I still feel. Is it bad that I'm only happy when you aren't in my thoughts controlling every move I make every step I take making me mold to your pattern instead of my own.. I thought that for a moment -and our lifetimes- that you of all could understand But thanks again for proving me you're just like all of them. |
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its good to be poetic it keeps the soul copasetic
Regardless, Thanks.
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..and here's all my final sins repressed...
(feel good for all the wrong reasons)
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