Real

by Lost and Alone   Jan 10, 2008


Are you kidding me
you are sitting there like your life is not messed up
it is all messed up
i am not going to play
not going to run from these games
because these are my problems
my doubts
my fears
so get out
let me deal with my problems my way
you can't stay
because the only time we meet is
on your terms
it is "your time"
why can this tome not be mine
i miss school for this
i miss work for this
and yet you still just sit there
and ask me
"How does that make you feel"
and I say
"Real"

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