He creeps upon me,
Like a wisp of hair.
He sticks to me like velcro,
That I cannot peel off.
Thinks that I’m a fulcrum,
Leans on me like a midday sun.
Tells me I am nothing.
Beats me down and kicks me there.
Says I’ll never win.
Says the days will never end…
And they don’t,
No they won’t,
Never did,
Never will…
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
He creeps upon me,
Like a wisp of hair.
He sticks to me like velcro,
That I cannot peel off.
Thinks that I’m a fulcrum,
Leans on me like a midday sun.
Tells me I am nothing.
Beats me down and kicks me there.
Says I’ll never win.
Says the days will never end…
And they don’t,
No they won’t,
Never did,
Never will…