Strain
Strain,
done such a number on myself
left handed,
bent over backwards
Panic in these eyes
a racing heart beat
attempting to make opposing ends meet
trying to make everything right
Is it wrong to hold a grudge
to complete indifference?
deciding its experience
as you sail out the window?
These coping skills
seem to be moping still
can't ever seem to smile,
nothing holds this attention span
Always walking towards opposition
society seems hellbent this way
not making any excuses
for what ever goes down
Go ahead and bleed,
wanting what ever you need
in what do you actually believe?
a plastic world so empty?
mathiasthom
written 9/1/11
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