"Cut that plate, not that one!"
"You're doing it wrong, this isn't for fun."
"Cut this plate-"
'Stop, stop, STOP!' I scream with hate
But, it's deep inside
I can't let them know outside
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
I can't get it right, I'm such a fake
Why can't I rid myself of this self hate?
Welding, it seems, isn't for me
I drop my clamp, it hits my knee
Adding insult to injury
I don't get this, just leave me be!
Why am I here... What did I hope for?
I can't do this, I know that deep in my core
I might as well quit...
But I don't want to disappoint, not even a bit
My dad believes in me, I can't let him down
To do so would turn his smile into a frown
I thought I could do this, long ago
But now it's naught but my bane and my woe
Let me quit... Please let me go
Here... Here is a place where I cannot grow
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
