Maybe I'd be a little happier if I'd just let it go
Sometimes I want to, sometimes I don't
It'd be easier, I'd be happier
I'd waste my time less
But it makes me who I am
It doesn't want to let go of me
It's the reason why I say the things I say
It's the reason why I think the things I think
It helps me understand others the way I do
It's there when I have nothing to show
I know it envelops others as well
It's like the best friend that never lets go
So what do I do?
Do I let go of it?
Do I run away, start somewhere completely new?
Do I let go of me?
Or do I let it take me away?
Do I welcome it, let it dictate me?
Seems like I'll have to find an in-between.
04/03/12
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Poems (2012)
Poetry...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...
