My face is wrapped
But the bruising pains through
I whistle a happy tune
Through broken teeth.
Faking it.
Taking it to the next level
Where I pretend not to care.
If I dare to stand,
Please let me understand
Why I choose to live amongst
The weakest forms of me.
It’s not your fault
I chose this place
And this time.
I could have walked away,
But I wanted to be stronger.
Failing is better
Then giving up, after all.
I can’t be bitter
Its an error in me.
I’d make the same choice
Time and time again.
Wrapping and rewrapping.
The trappings of my soul.
I’ll learn someday
Repeat the question
Repeat the response.
One Day.
It will be different.
A slight change will open
Will increase the range
Of escape.
And I will walk free
Leaving the weakest me
Behind.

07/03/2005

Posted on 07/03/2005
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