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[aid] => mick
[title] => You Stupid Fool, I Call Myself
[time] => 2009-03-11 21:47:14
[hometext] => I am relearning how to exist within the true reality...
[bodytext] => Reverted to that safety blank I can’t think and I don’t see. After all these years, I don’t know How to begin to say I’m sorry. You taught me never to dare it “Sorry” is a word we never speak. Always insisting upon strength, When really we’re nothing but weak. These sick games we used to play I hated them so much, all for show But what’s sicker is now I’m stuck Because that sickness is all I know. Playing around with good intention It’s nothing better than your old trick. Telling everyone I know better now, When in the mind I’m still sick. You little demon, inside my head I cannot tell when you take control. Thought I’d gotten rid of you, But you’re still part of the whole. Cannot blame it, though, not now Responsible for my twisted ways. Grown up finally as I claim, When eternal child I am always. Preserved in plaster, written in concrete Carrying along mistakes I never made. Stupid enough to hold accountable Others when judged not to have paid. Who am I to claim to know? Why do I dare pass along a view? When all my pure thinking water Has been fatally poisoned by you. True now, burden is mine Chose not to pass it on along. But, you stupid fool, I call myself, You fail to see you’re still wrong. Impurity set from the beginning, Recognized and promptly denied. Always seeking to reset inside The beautiful perfection of which I lied. Into the depths of another soul unseen Always search and invent traces of him Any excuse that I can claim to use So I don’t bother to venture within. Scared still, child in a corner? Never had reason to react as such. Never felt the inner failure as I do now When I wish I wasn’t like him so much. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Chamaron [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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