Are you happy now
With the way I turned out
You tricked me out, flipped me off
And scorned me before the world
Aren’t you delighted
With the scars on my face, the crimson stains
Skin dry with hunger for belonging
Eyes wet with thirst for solace
Tears homeless in a sanctuary of brothers
I shiver in the arms of a cold blooded world
Acceptance is hardly an issue
I have not room to breathe
Nor vision to see, shrouded in mystery
Why some resent, but others tolerate
The bridge between the gap wasn’t mine to create
But it is to endure
Till a beginning that renews everyday
And an end that won’t come, in spite I pray
And that’s why they’re never answered
Because I’m angry and spiteful of my past
The things I’ve done I thought would never last
Yet here I am burying their ugly heads
But they breathe within me, you see
See, as long as I live they too continue deeds
Of anxious anger awaiting eruption
Self esteem pressure cooked and boiling over
Rotten glances at those who annoy
Everything hurts, the sunlight burns
The moon tases, the stars tingle
Looking at girls and remembering I’m single
Wondering how hard it is to mingle
Then I do it, and regret
I’m not ready yet (10 years later)
Check, please
I’m tapping out
Dope!!
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Love this! The “tapping out” is awesome
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Thank you Bethany….I think I was coming from work and somebody was tapping on the window when I got the idea for this.
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I love how the mind works. A friend of mine just said she was thinking of when she was a child how she imagined living on a lily pad and that just jump started my brain into what that would be like. I love how a little thing can inspire
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Absolutely. It’s crazy how you can spend hours looking for inspiration and the littlest thing is what gets you writing.
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SO true
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