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Scapegoat
Step on me,
jump on me,
sit on me,
whatever leaves you
feeling good.
You must need that
right now
and who am I
to stop you?
My life must seem
perfect in comparison
to that bullshit
mirror
that you have stared in to
for eternity
jump on me,
sit on me,
whatever leaves you
feeling good.
You must need that
right now
and who am I
to stop you?
My life must seem
perfect in comparison
to that bullshit
mirror
that you have stared in to
for eternity
Published 4th Nov 2009
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4th Nov 2009 6:57pm
such few words speaking many... if that makes sense... i absolutely love this little slice of perfection, you are very talented
4th Nov 2009 8:36pm
Anonymous
5th Nov 2009 11:39am
honest, and deeply moving as only real poetry can.
1st Dec 2009 2:57am
16th Feb 2014 5:15pm
Good read. Excessive punctuation in beginning. Your format dictates the flow already. "To that bulshit mirror 'which you've' stared into..." keep grindin
