It is a why question
Comes and goes in my mind
Trying to find the right direction
It is a horrible feeling consumes my soul
I hate what I should love
That makes me go crazy
That makes me act tough
Not my fault I say out loud
I do my best till you screw up again
So you fail every time in healing our pain
I say out loud it is not my fault
Yet I remain the ugly monster in the eyes of a
crowed
It is done … it is over … you are not going to
change
A frustrating fact … a hideous truth
Forced to live with it ... as worse as it gets
THAT PIECE IS DIRECTED TO SOMEONE I HOPE HE CHANGES SOME DAY
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