Still Hanging Around
I been blastin at this, masterin at this,
kickin my own ass-inine-a-ness at this,
not taken my time, not taken a breathe,
not given a fix, caught up in this mix,
mind wandering, like a water out of a fish,
brain cells dead like the heart
of the kid on the bench,
sittin on sidelines, waitin to play,
should i just walk away, am i ready today?
imagination racin, ideas fast steady pacin,
wantin and wantin to get that 1st place in,
stuck with the ribbons but i want the gold,
why am i still here in this,
life is just getting old,
tryin to be patient its wearing me thin
should i throw this towel in,
or start fresh again?
what do i need, something is lacking,
maybe its my insecurities attackin
i can't pin point, can't break it down
I'm screaming so loud but can't hear a sound
trying to reach out, but no one to be found
guess i'll be here waitin still hanging around
Copyright © Aunna Jones | Year Posted 2017
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