The after effect

by alive in death   Feb 18, 2006


The after effect

i am an after thought

i sit on the side lines

I'm dying to step out

but every time i do it seems like,

there is no one who would listen to me.

at times this stagnant effort,

has made me feel...

unaccomplished,

reclusive.

there have been occasions where i thought,

that it was all hopeless.

very rarely, i have found hope in things

but on those rare times, theres always a set back

I'm so sick of the brick walls that keep forming,

right in front of my path.

i just want, for once, to be able to see the road ahead.

to have a clear vision of my goal in life.

to be motivated like never before

i want a fire in me, i just don't know how to start it.

for once, i don't want to endure the after effect,

the mistakes and screw ups,

that everyone i know hands to me.

why do i have to except all these problems?

why cant i just say no, and move on?

i want to succeed

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    by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden

    5. woo i'm ur first rater and commenter on this one. ^_^ don't you feel special now??? :p