Contrary to what people may think, the things I write come from a real place!. At the time my emotions are often elevated and I write from the moment!. These moments get better right away, hours or maybe days later and are often over the top!. BUT they are real
Enough is enough
This existence is making me weary
Do people really mean what is said!?
This life wasn’t meant to be easy
I just didn’t know all the lies I’d be fed
My talents a half assed assortment
Of this, that, here and there
Turning away, the tears stain my eyes
It’s hard to find someone who cares
Practice is supposed to make perfect
Drivel that’s drilled in the brain
A story to make children feel special
Makes an adult who is hopelessly inane
Again I stand in my usual spot
A position I will often reprise
Others claim they want what’s real
I’m unwilling to let go of the guise
No more drops could possibly drain
From a person who will always screw up
No matter the words, or effort emoted
It will never be close to enough
Failings upon failings fall in my lap
Must be some kind of god pissing test
Just when I think I’m back on my feet
Bombs fall to destroy what is left
My fist won’t release these emotions
I have tried; all it leaves is a mark
A light going off in somebody’s head
Could release me from all of the dark
People speak words about being there
Saying and doing are two different things
To distracted with all of life’s offerings
To give a damn about what any of this means
People you love leave you broken
Friends will believe anything you tell
Nobody is willing to drill deeper
Leaving me lost, alone in my shell
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