Visible to me is not what they see my face stares back and I know all the truths I feel the virility and every grip of all the anguish the horror of each pause of gentility There are words I confess and others I conceal intended for protection and not deception enforced for the ambition that was birthed with my first breath there is something I am expected to say which conflicts with what I am required to do and so suddenly it involves others they find something valid and pursue it and when the image exposes itself as flawed it is blamed regardless that there was no claim rather it was an idealism never intended to be veritable only chosen to be worthwhile unlike me
“Unlike Me”
11 Friday Jan 2013
Posted in POETRY
“there is something I am expected to say
which conflicts with what I am required to do”
And that brings and leaves a bad feeling/sensation, sometimes…
Yeah it does, no doubt. Good to see you, how’ve you been?
I’ve been a bit busy studying and still trying to find a way to pass to the paper the things that are “hosted on my brain”. =/ And about you?
I’ve been great, thanks, but very busy :)
the part that they find something valid and pursue it and when the image is exposes itself as flawed it is blamed regardless…
that’s the part that makes me really think,cause lots of people are like that.
Yes, definitely, too many people are like that.
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