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Sunday, December 10, 2006
When
Do you even see me when I look at you?
Do you even know who I am?
Glistening track marks are hidden away
And behind these hoops of expectation
I'm going to absolute shit behind these emotionless eyes
When you're gone it's easy to play the part
When you stand before me
Oogle and forget to adore me
When your harshness runs like daggers from your mouth
I have nowhere to run
I have nowhere to hide
I have nothing more than
You
Your critique
My failure
All peering upon me with chagrin
I'm the personification of disappointment
Reflected in eyes that cast shadows down upon me
Blame never falls far from the suicidal
You can only grab so much before it's simply plain to see
One of these things is not like the other
One of these things will never belong
I'm that thing that is nothing like others
I'm that thing that cannot ever belong
Begging for forgiveness
Trying to adapt
Trying to play along
None of it the answer, I know
Acceptance with minimal slander
That's the answer
The solution I need
Nothing is ever freely given, I know
So please
Just know
While you selfishly paramter your own existence
While you purport to have finally opened your eyes
While you allege to know and understand what is important
It's all a codification of the hurt
It's a declaration that what's important will never be me
O-well
That me has long since expired
 
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