Sometimes you back up to see me perform
and see how much I have learned.
Time spent with you, you think I would be learning
but I am not . . .
just on a high.
How hurt are you?
when you see me fail?
when I bomb tests,
and no effort is put toward passing.
How much do I make you cry?
How much I hate myself
for making you hurt
for not even trying
for ignoring you
for being selfish.
With every passing day
I fall short of glory
my hope in your belief in me
grows weary every day
You say otherwise, but I can't be like you.
Glory is so lofty
and I have no wings to carry me.
Author notes
beating on myself . . . (: (
Written August 1st, 2006
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this is so sad. i can REALLY feel it from this poem. it gave me chills, or maybe i'm just cold, but either way i like this dang thing.
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