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Being Honest

I got hurt,

Because I felt,

Truth comes first,

But you couldn't take it,

When I said it to your face.

I'm sorry, I can't fake it.

Now you're pretending,

Like it's all right,

Man, I know what's going on,

This is a psuedo-fight.

 

I'm getting hurt,

For I think I'm hurting you,

I feel guilty,

For things I didn't do.

I'm no celebrity,

But I can't lower my standards,

And celebrate mediocrity.

 

You can't accept what's true,

It's not my problem,

I'm working on myself, it's clear I do.

So, one day when I'm on top,

And still here will be you,

Y'all gonna say,

Man, lotta time flew.

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RA21
21 / F
Published
Feb 27, 2019
Lines·Words
24·110
Notes

Sounds better when you read it like a rap.

Finally the words have spilled onto the paper from my heart.

I despise the people that cannot handle others' success.

"Work hard in silence. Let success make the noise."

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