I want to be the child she wished me to be;
But they won't let me and keep on haunting me;
Bad habits are what they are called;
Having spread their roots deep within, holding me taut.
Am I thinking of myself too highly;
If I say this whole precious day was wasted on me solely;
Wow nonsense! You have a brain fog, you cannot even think clearly.
Writing poems and stories, maybe you should just give up;
'Cause you're not confident or talented enough to write about important issues and real stuff;
Can you understand your own self?
Will you ever figure out or do you need help?
I don't even know, if I'm good at anything at all;
A single achievement or moment of pride, can you recall?
Stop the abstract and actual stabbings;
They'll just hurt in vain, and are not acknowledged to be actually punishing.
Lousy rhymes, lame lines, lazy you;
I just cannot understand, no matter how much I try to.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
I want to be the child she wished me to be;
But they won't let me and keep on haunting me;
Bad habits are what they are called;
Having spread their roots deep within, holding me taut.
Am I thinking of myself too highly;
If I say this whole precious day was wasted on me solely;
Wow nonsense! You have a brain fog, you cannot even think clearly.
Writing poems and stories, maybe you should just give up;
'Cause you're not confident or talented enough to write about important issues and real stuff;
Can you understand your own self?
Will you ever figure out or do you need help?
I don't even know, if I'm good at anything at all;
A single achievement or moment of pride, can you recall?
Stop the abstract and actual stabbings;
They'll just hurt in vain, and are not acknowledged to be actually punishing.
Lousy rhymes, lame lines, lazy you;
I just cannot understand, no matter how much I try to.
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