Give me a scrap of paper and I'll give you a list of what I've done wrong.
Give me a guess and I'll get it wrong.
Give me a minute to try and think up a pretty lie to bide my time.
Give me a reason to live and I'll try and do it right.
Give me a blue sky and I'll only see the grey.
Give me a chance to learn how to breathe and I'll guarantee that I'll forget how.
Give me a smile and I might get the intent wrong.
Give me a bogus line and I might believe you.
Give me a place and I'll get the address scruffy and go in the other direction.
Give me the first-look and I'll get the wrong impression.
Give me a question and I'll make it what I want it to be.
Give me my reflection and I'll see a lie.
Give me the time and I won't notice minutes passing by.
Give me a song and I'll get the lyrics wrong.
Give me a face and I'll confuse the name.
Give me one minute and I'll peg you as what you're not.
Give me a stereotype and I'll believe it.
Give me insight and I'll see blindly.
Give me a scrap of paper and I'll give you a list of what I've done wrong.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoesíaThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
