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I've cried.
I fight with myself until I am bleeding,
finding my sun in the dark side of my shadow.
The mirror dissappoints me,
am I the only one?
I think I am getting closer,
but the senery is the same.
Am I a dissappointement?
I'll blame it on the pain.
This is how I do my things,
I blame it on my own sick pride.
Maybe I'm not listening,
I make me cry when I look into my eyes and see me for who I really am.
The light behind my eyes,
tells me that I've cried.
I'm tired of doing it all,
It's time for me to fall,
I've done enough.
finding my sun in the dark side of my shadow.
The mirror dissappoints me,
am I the only one?
I think I am getting closer,
but the senery is the same.
Am I a dissappointement?
I'll blame it on the pain.
This is how I do my things,
I blame it on my own sick pride.
Maybe I'm not listening,
I make me cry when I look into my eyes and see me for who I really am.
The light behind my eyes,
tells me that I've cried.
I'm tired of doing it all,
It's time for me to fall,
I've done enough.
Published 19th Jan 2013
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19th Jan 2013 2:41am
introspection is always a disappointment, we only see the darkness. the light shines in your poetry, Jacely...
22nd Jan 2013 2:19am
Introspection is only ones observation. Thanks John, that's nice of you to say..
