Believer it or not, at some point in my life I was good.
Bound by love, happiness, and innocence. I was a child.
I used to not give a damn about what people would think.
People used to love me, but now I am misunderstood.
It's disintegrating, that part of me that's sweet and mild.
I realized that perspectives can change in just one blink.
If you do something wrong, they would erase you of they could.
It'd be as if you ceased to exist once you're not in sync.
You have to follow their rules otherwise you'd just be wild.
I feel foolish for thinking that I'd stay good. And I should.
What hurts is that I had hoped that they wouldn't have me exiled.
Lesson learned. Your mistakes will always be written in ink.
I was breaking, falling apart but there they just stood.
The good will never outweigh the bad even if compiled.
Once you make mistakes, never again will you have that "link."
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Passion Pit
PoetryWhen dealing with life struggles, sometimes we just want to break. Sometimes we want to let out what we feel and just cry. We want to feel. We let our demons take hold of us...How to deal with them, you'll just have to figure it out.
