Take the cloth off my eyes
Tell it to me straight
No cutting corners
I want it all
The good, the bad, the ugly, the pretty.
No more excuses.
No more making me wait.
Don’t give me any more time to hope
To worry
To ponder different scenarios in my head
When the silence creeps in.
[hoping is too dangerous, anyway...]
Throngs of people won’t be following you.
You won’t have to appease the masses
And give everyone equal attention.
This is my day.
This is my party
And you’re invited.
You’re invited to tell me the truth.
You’re invited to spill your fucking guts
...the way I did, with you.
[And then you oh-so-politely pushed me back
and said, “I DO want to talk about this later.”]
Well, my dear...
Later is NOW.
I’m tired of running blind.
Two years is two years too many.
The cloth around my eyes is loosening.
So
Rip this wretched thing off and tell me the goddamn truth.
I don’t care what it is.
Do not summarize my poem for me. I know what it's about. And chances are, you probably don't.
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omfg, yes. Alex, this is somethings that I want to say, but could never get any words out to cuz of my dumbass fears.
awesome poem with great emotion venting.
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I love it. I can't say that I absolutely know what you are saying or going through right now. But I can somewhat feel it through the poem. And I feel the same sometimes, I just wish people would not sugar-coat matters. It only makes it worse and I would rather know the facts.
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Excellent
You were right. I love it. I've often felt this way about someone and I hate that. I'd rather just HEAR it, no matter what it is. Dont' drag it out, dont give me anymore bullshit. Just truth truth truth. Really excellent piece. You hit this one dead on the money. Bookmark.
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