The Truth

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I quit

Not because I'm lazy

Not because I'm bored

Because of the others

Because they don't believe in me

Because my wings are clipped by the ones "trying" to help me fly


She's

Out of my league and I know it.

Too far ahead for me to reach.

Rapidly speeding up.

Getting farther and farther ahead.

Never stopping to wait.

Going to leave me here

alone

all

alone.

But she's my everything!


Dead faces

They're everywhere

Waiting to be heard 

Waiting to be noticed

Waiting to be loved

Being tirelessly ignored

Getting hurt

Saying "I'm fine"

Perfect impostors of themselves

Painting on their painful fake smiles each morning

Washing them off each night

Dead faces are not fine

They are bombs waiting to go off

They are towers made of glass

Unnoticed beauty

So very easy to crack

So very perfect...


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