Congrats
The gloves are drawn
audience in deep silence
the chill of the silence arises and it becomes a scream;
you’ve won
you’ve shown me what you want
what you expect
but i cannot yet grasp that train of thought,
why is there always a specific way
to burn and drag me away
along the carpet, rug burns
but i can make it stop.
It’s the key i haven’t found,
must i move to prove i found
that key, that potential
or will it ever be enough,
will anyone.
The fact is you’ve won
I’ve heard this one before
i make the choices, you chase them
trying to change me,
rearrange me
and strip me from my pride,
which really just gets thrown on the ground?
stomped on, crunched,
like a fragile piece of paper,
that silhouette of pride,
confidence
it’s shattered within the milliseconds
when true desire to please is thrown out
attempt so worthless
I feel nothing but this frustration,
Agitation and in reality, I’m going mad.
this need for impressing,
need for making everyone else happy
Has gone.
It will be me first from now on.
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