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[bodytext] => Keep your head held high Everything happens for a reason We can't look backwards only forwards Life goes on Something better will come along .... Nothing you say matters Nothing you say sinks in You sound like the rest of them You sound like a talking head When you should be truthful instead And tell me what a piece of trash I have been A more complete and utter disappointment you have never seen Correct? Collect on this neglect I am currently dishing Wishing for a witness A participant In the proceeding Misleading my opponents Relieving condolences Keep your sorrys to yourself I don't want or need them None of these words percolate None of these sounds reverberate All you have done Is convince me to run Away from the help I need Towards the selfless greed That takes my mind from worry to pain to joy and then back again A sliver of hope The rope that chokes The neck is now broke From the whipsaw motion Back and forth Side to side Nausea sets in Stomach growls Head spins Drunk on promises Never fulfilled Half rebuilt My core is shook My insides have been turned Into intestinal soup Time to recoup My possessions My pride My face I hide From the world which stares And dares to Ask me why How high Will I fly If I jump off the roof Wave goodbye How many years How many tears Constitute a cry A sigh Suggesting I give up A lie Ensuring I stop Procuring a mop To scrub the dirt Erase the hurt Replace the curt With elongated explanations of why this is going to burn Sting the skin Pinch a nerve Strike a pose Punched in the nose Bleeding on white carpets Red spots stain Elegant people refrain From belching From cussing From anything inhumane I relish the opportunity To regain Trust Is a must When planning for the eventual dust To settle A rebel Contradicts the norm Turns rocks into pebbles Bass into treble A terrible idea Giving me a key I come and go Whenever I please I use the bathroom when I need to peas and carrots and vitamins to help me see You are my target I am the one incomplete In retreat From the powers that be The higher we climb The further we fall to the street The cars whistle by The bicyclist brushes his teeth A nice grin on his face As he peddles harder with his feet Not a sin you can taste No winners in this race Just losers Just me Now free [comments] => 1 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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