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A poem about something that's recently become personal to me. |
1 There are obvious things, That I should write in these spaces. The amount of talking, Negotiating, The things that are hardest to believe Always turn out to be true 7 Different words are hitting me Just like tiny little bullets, The image in my mind Ceases to be relaxed The pain does nothing but increase This is why the obvious words Are not what I want to waste my time on, Metaphorically tearing you limb from limb. 16 You deserve more than that But you're confusing so many people They're worried, About you Stop all this, Drop the act I want to talk about someone else. There are bleak memories. Finally, what it needed to take you away Something to take your face from my mind. They're weak now, your memories. Their strength has been outrun. 28 I want to talk about him, But I know it will lead to more confusion To more hurt. More questions, Hands on shoulders Hatred messages Sly glares 36 Gossips. I am done with this. I don't want to hear another word. Not from you, not from anyone. 40 We're all just fake. Trying to fit, trying to belong to- We're all trying to impress... In the end, 44 Who? Facades, Games, Masks we hold to pretend... |