Locked in an endless battle
this distorted ego
and the all too fucked up little I
Often we whisper ‘bout the other
As if we were not
bound, married, combined
Like this,
the way we are
Just not enough room
to sway and spiral properly
within this divine dance
I displeased with your
limited directions
You disgusted, yet exalted
by my multitude of weaknesses
I seeking freedom
if even by our own destruction
You craving all the control
Long have you wrapped us
under a blanket of confused
debilitating protection
So tight your grasp
I am smothering
Just cannot get a full breath
So I struggle to work against you
Like the ever so defiant angry child
Only to hurt all that share this skin
Freedom seems to only depend
on death
The death of you or I
Please tell me what you think
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strangly...
Too the point. I cant imagine why ANYONE would feel this way. I wonder what the circumstances are. -
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Let us make this clear--- it has absolutely nothing to do with you.... Leave me be.
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I know this all too well, this was straight, forward and to the point...
Brilliant...
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Understood and painfully felt.
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