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Aug 2011
I can feel it,
I know you're all trying
to drill these truths into my brain.
But a hole is a hole just the same,
and the truth can fall right back out
of the place it found its way in.
Sometimes, I think I'm losing more
confidence with each compliment.
I'm not fishing for
your washed up arguments,
I just can't catch a real break.
At times it can be hard to tell
with each short lived side glance,
but my ego's just a man made lake.
Drill, drill, drill
only if it scares the fish away.
But even if you scattered them,
it doesn't mean they won't find
a way to stay.
All truth is subjective,
just like how I look in a reflection,
and how safe can I really be?
My head has holes from
every pessimistic approach,
yet optimism has never really
suited me.

*-Makenzie.
Written by
Makenzie Davis
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