to all those who make me sick


an open letter

Dying through these colden years

I reached promised land of fake

Don't need anyone who cares

Never care for no one's sake

 

Do you like me smiling blankly?  -

Far more than stand me depressed

Do you like me being careless? -

Far more than watch me obssessed

 

Just give me little hint

What you expect of me

What I need to belong

What I'm supposed to be

 

I can perform love, care

As well as hate and fear

But don't you f***ing dare

Tell me to be sincere 

 

 





Poetry by el0a
Read 660 times
Written on 2006-12-26 at 14:24

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