How It Is

by mo   Nov 1, 2005


I lie,
I am not good,
I do not try,
And avoid the things i should,
I give a false face,
Hand in hand with this place,
I don\\\'t know you,
Nor do i want to,
I\\\'ve got other things on my mind,
So it\\\'s not worth my time,
Don\\\'t want to be mean,
But you don\\\'t know what I\\\'ve seen,
Seems to real; like a dream,
\\\"No\\\", don\\\'t offer to help me,
You have no need to be involved,
Leave it at that; let me solve,
These things I must,
Because \\\"No\\\"; I do not trust,
F**k you and your argument,
Seems that I\\\'m always your target,
I always bend, but do not break,
There is only so much I can tolerate,
With each passing day; comes another mistake,
These things I can not change,
Sit deep within my rage,
Through it all I learn to cope,
And with it brings feelings of hope,
That maybe sometime soon things will change for the better,
And my rainy day will stop from getting wetter,
But no one knows for sure,
So I\\\'m left here alone to feel insecure,
Knowing that there is no cure.

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