This Is For You
Give me an answer
& I'll ask you a question.
Nobody cares.
Cause who thought to mention,
that nothing is certain.
It's not that depressing.
Forget the confusion,
The pressure is pressing.
You thought you were losing,
it's on to the next one.
Constantly choosing
a different direction.
What are you doing?
You call that perfection?
You saw an illusion
then seek for protection.
Who always abuses
those giving affection?
Who are you fooling?
That's your own reflection.
Copyright © Sarina Mcconnell | Year Posted 2016
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