Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Slipping...
I understand why people like that say the things they do, and constantly.
Yet the line that I once thought to appear, seems to be fading.
You belong to so many, I only wish you had time enough for me.
Am I one or the other, primarily?
And I know you think you're helping (and you usually are)
Today, you couldn't have made matters worse.
Yet the line that I once thought to appear, seems to be fading.
You belong to so many, I only wish you had time enough for me.
Am I one or the other, primarily?
And I know you think you're helping (and you usually are)
Today, you couldn't have made matters worse.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
To be or not to be?
I feel like, it would be like stepping back in time, back to high school. With all the people, all in their own little niches, own little worlds, like a bubble. That on the inside I feel I have the power to pop, but when push comes to shove, that's exactly it, I'm pushed and shoved out again. Do I do it to myself?
I shouldn't let it get to me, but how long have I told myself that, I've lost count. Why do I always feel less than I'm worth? It's like the reality of it scares me, which is why I am so, because I'm so not even that way at all. Stupid perception/prediction of reality. Stupid fear. Is it all in my head?
If your excuse is just that, then it's weak. I would do it for you.
I shouldn't let it get to me, but how long have I told myself that, I've lost count. Why do I always feel less than I'm worth? It's like the reality of it scares me, which is why I am so, because I'm so not even that way at all. Stupid perception/prediction of reality. Stupid fear. Is it all in my head?
If your excuse is just that, then it's weak. I would do it for you.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Thinking aloud.
It's funny how angry you make me sometimes, and always over the smallest of things.
But only ever for a moment.
Always forgiving.
Even when I don't want to be.
Am I the person that I want to be?
I wonder how many of us ask ourselves this question, I wonder what I would see if I looked into that mirror.
The signs confuse me...
But only ever for a moment.
Always forgiving.
Even when I don't want to be.
Am I the person that I want to be?
I wonder how many of us ask ourselves this question, I wonder what I would see if I looked into that mirror.
The signs confuse me...
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