I know I'm not what you wanted.
But this is all I have to give.
I know I'm not what you expected,
but I don't know how else to live.
I'm sorry that this is the way that I am.
I'm sorry you don't understand.
I get it, you raised me under these expectations, but I don't think I'll ever reach the bar you set for me.
You hoped I'd walk the way you went,
but I couldn't help but turn down the other path, wasted all the time you spent.
I know this isn't what you wanted from me and yet, I can't give much else, can't make promises that I know won't be kept.
I could try to be better, but I know I won't fit the bill, can never fit the letter.
I want to keep it together, but when I'm here I lose it and I'm afraid to lose it forever. And I'm not getting any better.
I'm the black sheep, I'm alone and it's just me. I feel like you can never look at me the way it used to be.
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Clinomania
PoetryA collection of poems and essays. Thoughts and passages about life and the human things we all do in our lives. All of the indescribable feelings we all possess.
