Like a click it's on,
all the things I did wrong.
Like what you said,
I'm not using my head.

I'm trying to be strong,
beat up by the throng.
Lost in the strife,
damn! I'm damaged for life!

Where can you run to,
when all fingers point at you?

It's not what you said,
all my feelings are dead.
Those words still stung,
after all that I've done.

Look in my eyes,
can I see all your lies?
My back holds your knife,
damn! I'm damaged for life!

Where can you go,
when it's all that you know.
You can't run,
from what's within!

The two sets of numbers
they put on your grave.
For us it's called life,
to you, it's just details.

Looking in the mirror,
do you see what you fear?
When you do, do you realize,
it's just your own face?

What's left of your soul,
did you ever have control?
I was never that bright,
damn! I'm damaged for life!

So far
this life
has become
contemptious.

So far
I've found
what you've
stood for.

And I can't believe I'm alive!

09/18/2005

Author's Note: Most of my poems are on scraps of paper before I write them. This is the first one that started by scratch on pathetic in a long time.

Posted on 09/18/2005
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