behind_these_eyes Posted September 14, 2004 Share Posted September 14, 2004 Maybe I'll chain myself to the floor, Turn off the light and lock the door, Search for a meaning behind this disgrace, Lie to myself that I'm not a cliche. So what if I don't want a life just like yours? So what if I sweat failure out of these pores? Is it because I wont buy what you've sold? Yet somehow I'm forced to squeeze into this mold. What is success, can it just be defined, By whatever terms you find proper at the time? Maybe I'll live in my own little world; Poor and alone, yet a jubilant girl. I've shut my mouth but still you pry it open, Shoving ideals down my throat as you're hoping That maybe I can turn out just like you... Pressuring others to do as I do. I'm blowing this candle out for the last time. I'm closing the book and I'm drawing the line. I'll bet that you never had seen this one coming- Out of seclusion, I've taken off running. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gauchori Posted September 14, 2004 Share Posted September 14, 2004 Umm... very good Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
i_hate_the_world47 Posted September 14, 2004 Share Posted September 14, 2004 Wonderful poem.Sorry you feeling down.Wlecome to the club,lol. Hope ya feel better. ~meagan~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gauchori Posted September 14, 2004 Share Posted September 14, 2004 ya... I'm making a clan wanna join? lol joking there. Sorry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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