Is this what it feels like to be older.
Having one foot planted in the budding soil with the roots firmly grasping It down, while branches ate reaching up for more?
All I'm met with is the rain to wash away
all my quiet distain for the ever growing cliché that is my last name. All I'm faced with is the current that continues to rise.
I don't care about feeling At least not in the same way I'm content with drowning If here I have to stay
I think of you often
When the room starts to spin.
I worry of this too
When will these words begin to mend
More than just a muse,
you represent everything and everyone I have to lose.
If you only knew
The fable untold about the boy growing old. Too proud to admit. The help he needs. When I had it up to here
When will I grow?
He conditions himself
to a place
He used to be afraid of?
Now he reflects Why worry?
Please be patient with my misplaced anger
Try to understand I view myself
as a failure.
And all this unhappiness seems to fluctuate I’ve been too afraid to tell anyone.
Let me be composed of the grim diatribe
that is my solemn state of solidarity.
It won't vanquish the thirst I obtain from feeling alone.
I abstain the notion that I'm complete
or fringing on the prospect of peace,
I admit I seem cross or cowardly.
I only wish I could shine in a different light.
I comprehend what happens beyond closed doors.
I only wish you see my cries. I'm not trying to to be cross or cowardly I just want you to comprehend a different view .
I know I'm met with the advent of a message.
But tell me what's in it for you?
Are you passing at the promise of purpose? I understand the hesitation all to well. Are you mindful of the misguided misery?
The cross I place, its mine to bear.
I'm a stimulate of indulgent behavior. Followed by a period of punishment, I’m self aware
I've spent years engulfed in this cycle. Reveling in my own dispair .
if you have
The decency to whisper directly, instead of avoiding my apologetic eyes. Don't jest at my avid misfortune,
I could confide with you on my worriedest of nights
I could tell you all my secrets you could start to really listen to me Please be patient with my misplaced anger
Try to realize I view myself the failure.
I could confide with you on my worriedest of nights
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