Misguided
too many choices,
too any voices.
don't know what to do,
is it you, you or you,
my aim is not to hurt.
don't want to treat u like dirt,
but in the end,
this is only pretend,
so for tomorrow, today i am sorry,
for all the pain and the worry,
when you see beyond the lies,
and my fickleness you realize,
hate me, hurt me, leave me
but this is my plea,
don't forget me.
Copyright © Amrita Michael | Year Posted 2011
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