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by KelseyinWonderland Sep 29, 2010
Sadness, depression /
I shrugged off the sentiment
Because I didn't think it mattered.
But I suppose I was misguided,
Because your appearance tells me otherwise.If I could begin to count the times
I've heard someone make me a promise,
And then shove it down my throat
That I owe them something I don't have.Well I suppose everyone wants something
And how undesirable it seems
That I'm supposed to learn my lesson
From something that doesn't concern me.How typical of you.
And just when I swore that you were different.
You'd think by now I'd start to catch on
And realize that everyone will be identical.And I know you didn't hear it from me,
No, not this time.
I've been careful to keep my mouth shut
Even when I had to glue my lips together.But that's the price I pay
For being born as who I was.
Just this writer with a conscience.
Yet I lack in everything else.Believe me, I understand
I know I'm not a predominantly lovely person.
But I've heard that can happen
If you lose assurance in everything around you.And so you're searching for someone, anyone
In which to point your finger at.
But your hands are just as poisoned
As those you're seeking to hold accountable.But, if it will help you rest
I suppose I don't mind taking on your afflictions
Since I'm the one who placed them there,
Isn't that right?You just have to promise me
That you'll forget that I exist.
Because what I need is something different,
And it seems smart enough to start right here.