Tangled

by Pia   Mar 7, 2007


I'm searching for
the way out of
This mess I made.
Can't find the door,
What is it for?
Should have just stayed.

Can't handle all,
Don't want to fall,
And be ashamed.
It isn't fun,
Till you hurt someone,
They speak your name.

So why can't I
just let it fly,
Why do I wait?
Caught in a struggle,
Hopelessly tangled,
In the web I made.

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