MischaLecter

Poetry
2002-05-12 21:12:42 (UTC)

OLD POEM: Untitled (June '00)


Why the flattery?
I can't even sort my thoughts
Why?
Why the compliments?
I can't even control my life
Fake
I put on a show for the compliments
I miss out on the true offers of life
Of love
Strength
Is the key to my happiness - happiness to me
The happiness you think I have
Ups and downs
He doesn't ask much




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