Why is it so hard?
It’s all I really want,
But it’s the last thing I can reach.
I struggle to come to grips with it,
I try to force my vocal cords to move,
My lungs to exhale,
My tongue to take a certain shape,
Lips to move, press together, open wide.
The wind moves through my teeth
My heart races wildly,
But I can’t make it come.
The truth leaves my body.
In one slow exhale.
Not in the words it should.
Wrong form
I see the disappointment in your eyes
The guilt weighs heavy on my shoulders
I look to you with apology in my eyes
But you’ve turned your back to me again
Disgust is in the air, a repugnant odor mixed with failure.
I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you wanted.
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
But my truth just seems to evade my words.
















Devious Comments
I read this, and I can apply it to many situations I've lived through. Conflicts with friends, siblings, parents, significant others and even now with my own kids. I feel I've played all the characters at one point or another.
I think many people will be able to relate to these words and the frustration in them.
For me, I find it very theraputic to be able to step outside myself and anyalyze conflicts from all perspectives....sometimes that helps me by presenting a bigger picture and can change what I know the truth to be.
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moob
you have a way of describing every emotion i struggle with
its incredibly reasuring to know i have at least one more person i can reside in
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"i steal music from the internet"
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"And then I stabbed him in the eye with a pencil!"
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Keep Smiling--for the other people, if not for yourself.
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