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Mar 2013
There comes a time where we are at a loss for words,
we know what we feel yet we fail to express it like empty, incomplete chords.
What to say and how to say it becomes rather difficult
easier said than done, sometimes off oblivion and turmoil you just wanna catapult.....

and so here's a twist of fate, to my rather regular form of expression innate

I am who I am and I've always been me
lately things have overclouded beyond what I can comprehend
It's amazing what you can hide, just by putting on a smile.
The mirrors, they can lie and tell you you're full of life

but truth be told? I'm not okay...

I'm loosing myself trying to compete with everyone else
giving off my time to things that uphold my supposed passions and dedications,
friendships, interactions... all for what?!

instead of just being me...

I do things that I begin to question why?
Why do we do the things we do? It's empty and its beginning to hurt me.
I find no sense in keeping up with it, can I just be weak for a little? just a little...

Can I be selfish and desire things for myself rather than desire things for the good of others?
in the same manner, can you just cry a little? Lie a little? Pretend that you're actually feeling what I'm feeling inside, then maybe all the misery I've gone through would be well spent.

Respect, forgiveness, acceptance, understanding, sacrifice...
Why does it always have to be me? I gave and now I'm wanting something in return.
Perhaps something where I don't have to exert myself and take initiative for.

I don't know where to turn, I've been stuck in this routine...
and I'm probably saying so many things of so many origins and different perspectives

but don't we all sometimes? Don't we all say things that are open to interpretations and things that don't make sense in a desperate attempt to express what we feel? In the end, don't we all just say things in hopes that someone understands the pain that we go through

In the end, we don't want to be left alone.. we want to be cared for
In the end, we don't want to be avoided... we want to matter
In the end, we don't want to hide it all... we want to say it..
Written by
Dre De Asis
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   Breanna Smith and blythe
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