"You know, anxiety, OCD, all of your excuses-" And that's when I stopped listening.
Excuses?
That's what you think they are?
Excuses.
Those diseases that leave me scarred?
Excuses.
Looks like she finally told the truth,
Excuses.
Looks like this is another game I lose.
Excuses.
That's what she called them,
Excuses.
And that's when I knew I lost them.
Excuses.
And she didn't even know about the mistake she made,
Excuses
That's the word I'll take to my grave.
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Poems: A Tour Through My Mind
PoetryFull of the feelings I can't explain in any other way. I hope they help you to read just as much as they help me to write. Welcome to the tour! Thank you. #83 in poetry 6/22/2015
