I am itching,
growing out of my skin
and your expectations of me.
I am walking
along city streets
lined with disappointed looks
and littered with broken dreams,
shattered in pieces like mirrors
that reflect
what never could have been.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
I am itching,
growing out of my skin
and your expectations of me.
I am walking
along city streets
lined with disappointed looks
and littered with broken dreams,
shattered in pieces like mirrors
that reflect
what never could have been.