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confessor

by korey-miller-1

i'll always be there outside of the box where you spill out your burdens to god tell me everything you've done wrong- just unpend your sins, you're cleansed, now you win i'm the convenient answer to feeling remorseful about what you've done made a mistake?  i'm here, don't you wait i've got all the time you need and on it goes; my shoulder for you to lean on will always be there but don't bother to ask me how i'm doing- you're not supposed to care i'm tired of being used like an old whore you rip me to shreds, leave my tongue on the floor i'm speechless, i'm hurting, held back by my pride i'm letting my ego take over my mind i'm playing callous like it's some sort of game pretending i'm fine when i'm driven insane you take the wheel from me, steer into a ditch leaving me battered and broken, unimpressed, not spoken i've got my tongue tied in knots from navigating the tangled webs you drag me through but i will never let myself lose i need to destroy something, run it right through to reflect my insides after speaking to you and maybe i'm just a bitter young bitch, but i'll take a hit, and i won't let you miss   so drive me into the ground i won't be beaten down you can't do much to me; i can't get much lower now how far can you bring me down? yeah, i'll hold my ground i'm tired of hearing each of your confessions simply not being able is not a transgression you're weighing me down with your innocent guilt i won't feel your trauma if no souls were spilt i'm so sick of hearing your troubles; don't say what's amiss take a hint your drama won't make or break you it's no calamity if she hates you i'm tired of hearing about your petty fights scuffling over my business won't help with your strife you think being hateful will show me the light? you're wrong, good riddance, get out of my life something so intrinsic isn't abomination no matter your creed or your denomination your social life will never make you a saint and confessing won't stave off my hate i'm so sick of hearing your troubles; don't say what's amiss take a hint get off of my shoulder, take your own goddamn boulder and live your own life for a bit don't confess, i'm not impressed, just live your life and leave me be.
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Oct 7, 2012
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