All

All the real people
that I see
Are just as fake
as I'll always be

All the time I waste
on thinking thoughts
of what good
my pain has brought
I stand here, fearful
of what will I become
the good, the bad
All the things I welcome

We are what we always were
The happiness we buy
Emptiness that we cry
As always, we continue to try
for fear that one day
just maybe 
we'll know why

All the people that I see
Are just as fake as me
But why?
Why bother to be
If we could start to be real
maybe then, our insecurities could heal

All the time I spend
on feeling all the pain
I should have spent
trying to maintain
the love I was ever given
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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