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by Lynn Anderson Mar 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I have been dishonest. Not to you but to myself. I don't know if I should trust, the things I've put away on a shelf. I've been told told I was a liar, on some important things. Only to make myself higher. To soar with the largest wings. Someone once called me shallow. Whats that supposed to mean? I have a disappearing halo, it never meant anything. I've tried to be the best, at everything I've ever known. Life is no contest, I should be in the wind, blown.
by RainbowSlider
Beautiful poem.