This paper no longer cuts it
And the words I use have lost meaning
My ink is drying out and;
I’ve lost focus in the goals I’m not achieving
Motivation comes from inspiration
And the fire is dying out
The spices have lost their flavor and;
I’m losing my battle for sound
If this doesn’t make sense
It shouldn’t
I’m not trying to impress him or her
My purpose is to give hope but;
That’s impossible when I’m not heard
I don’t believe in tall tales
But I can’t help but break every mirror
If this sounds like a cry for help
It isn’t
I just want my reflection to disappear
The smile on my face is deceiving but;
No one would know the difference
I’ll cross my fingers behind me
In hopes that no one will notice
If you listen carefully
And read between the lines
You’ll take this in your own sort of way
If you think this is a plea for attention
It isn’t
You just simply don’t understand what I say