I tried my best to always be right
To climb up the mountain
That you put in my sights
But you pushed me down again
Now I'm falling from impossible heights
What if I just stay here
At the bottom in a heap
Maybe it's better that I'm down here
The cliff you pushed me off of was too steep
And I just can't climb anymore
I'm so tired of trying to reach your high
Because whenever I get close
You push me off and tell me to try harder
Your words are hurled at me
Like boulders
You say I'm too much to handle
But the words get colder
And this mountain you built for me
Is so steep
I try to climb past it
But I can't seem
To beat it
But I'll try
I'll try
I'll try
I'll try until you make me cry
Or until you prove you're right
And push me off again
But you say I should give in
Because you always win
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Metanoia
PoesíaMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
