you leave
the room to get
away from yourself.
but you follow, you
have no choice.
even sleep cannot
rid you of who
you have become.
your life is
beyond your grasp.
the things you say,
and how you behave,
disgust you.
you want to tell
others though,
that this is not
you, that you
are better than
this, that your heart
is soft, that
your love for others
and the world is
large. you want
everyone to ignore
the words that come
out of your mouth,
and how you behave,
and to see the real
you, the person within.
but they can't,
you've been at this
too long, you
are too far gone.
you are lost and
can't be found. it's
much too late.
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3 comments:
Shoot,Chute.will the real man please stand up?
Yeah, I know, a bad eminem quote.
I hope you are ok......this poem is whipping you pretty hard.
R
you have absolutely no poetic sense of what's ficiton and non fiction, what's imaginary and what's pondering about your life and that of others. you have to separate the me from the poem.....read it with a sense of the world at large. it's not about me. but thanks for reading and commenting R.
it's never too late.....but nice poem
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