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truth of the matter



you just don't know what it's like to wake up and have the first thing run through your head is 'i don't know myself anymore'

sometimes, you forget what you're fighting for; what you're holding up against and why the world is on your shoulders. sometimes, you're fighting yourself.

i really just can't tell when i'm too busy dreaming.

words are something we all use, forming them to make pretty lyrics with sing-song sound vibrations to make us all so deep.

but we're not.
the world is a stage.

there's a bunch of people playing the parts of people they're not, and we all have our tragedies and lovers, and enters and exits.

but the truth is,

we aren't sorry.

and i don't think we ever will be.

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  • silverscent gold member
    November 15

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    I liked the tone of this piece. It was somewhere between feeling sorry for yourself and being blunt and truthful.
    Either way, good job. Thanks for entering


  • meic
    October 30

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    Maybe there's nothing to be sorry about ... the ability to be 'not what we really are' is a distinctly human characteristic, one we should embrace. I liked your poem - it made me think.

    Mike