The tedious waking hours
Are just another day
Just another morning
To get out of the way.
Yet another reminder
Of things I cannot be
Of people I won't amount to
Of places I'll never see.
It's not as clear as day
But it's been here for a while
With the reactions people give
Why should I go the extra mile?
I spend an hour in the morning
Conjuring up my mask
Though vanity isn't really
A difficult thing to grasp.
But insufficiency is
For I've got everything I want
Everything but a genuine smile
Through convict and hatred and taunt.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:37 PM UTC
The tedious waking hours
Are just another day
Just another morning
To get out of the way.
Yet another reminder
Of things I cannot be
Of people I won't amount to
Of places I'll never see.
It's not as clear as day
But it's been here for a while
With the reactions people give
Why should I go the extra mile?
I spend an hour in the morning
Conjuring up my mask
Though vanity isn't really
A difficult thing to grasp.
But insufficiency is
For I've got everything I want
Everything but a genuine smile
Through convict and hatred and taunt.
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Thank you.