Passport
Like a passports thats been stampes, I can prove to you I've been here before...
Like heels from my sweet 16, I can show you I've matured.
Once booed from your stage, now I'm finally adored.
Fell ill from to your disease, there's finally a cure.
Take... Take.. take.... Even come back for more.
A repetitive situation, you havent found purpose for....
... Same problem, new tears.... the current crap you've been dealing with for years..
Only now there's an issue, where's the encouragement and cheers?
Still looking for approval, afraid of looking awkward or weird?
Praying you can hop into someone else's skin... But the same insecurities will still lye within.
You cant fix whats on the outside and not whats on the in.
A pointless try and effort, my passports stamped again.
Copyright © Amber Tharpe | Year Posted 2011
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