Still in a world with long lost hope
Still consumed of turmoil trying to cope.
Hate me or love me, it's all the same..
At the end of the day
you won't remember my name
Once I fade away
Since we're blaming everyone else besides ourselves
Im sorry that I was born to be this cold
It's all I know
I thought I was good at not letting it show
And I feel everything
but act like I know nothing
Because whether I'm sad or mad
That's my burden to bare
because no one else cares
I decided to stop trying to be like everybody else
cause it was killing me,
The truth is I'm far from normal
And I accept that
that's the way things are supposed to be
I may be sensitive and insecure
but I make these poems
for what it's worth
I'm still trying to find my purpose
while on this earth, but I lose focus.
And I know I'm running out of time while I'm at my prime
But it's getting late
and I've got work tomorrow
So I'll go to bed like everything's fine
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G E M I N I
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