I don't have your skin of lies
The protective sheen of a fake smile
The clothing made of clichés
That you would never dare to mean
I'm an open wound
Ugly and real
I'll bleed for you, but I'm not smart enough
To be able to tell if you're worth it
I keep getting prodded
Scratched at and spit on
So I like to stay at home alone
Under the band-aid you call "antisocial"
3 comments:
write often
it’s the only thing in your control
feelings may not be
but capturing them in words is
when time flies by in a breeze
let them leave an imprint thru ‘em words
and come back to ‘em words
when the going gets tough
remember, it’s you
who was always there
and will always be there
in those moments
when you’d wish somebody cared
but know
the might of your words are enough
to power the soul
to brighten your whole world
so write, write more often
for nobody else but you
and trust ‘em words always
for they’ll stay eternally true
Thank you!
Good one for the scribble and comment.
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