is my face not worth lookin at.?. seems those i've chosen or like bypass my attempt to dig into depths n face the facts... as others see what the chosen ones cannot witness with their own eyes... so behind closed doors i sit n erase memories a long with self made lies... no longer able to believe in what was never truly real... like a figment of the imagination that came n went so fast the heart refuses to feel... as cold as the shiver that freezes emotion the disbelief runs deep into roots grown indoors... for eyes that catch my attention drift as the turn away from truths staring them down wanting more... finding a few attempts of what tinkles me pink jus doesn't find me appealing so what am i to do.?. attractions are never fulfilled beyond the initial stages of getting to know how my own desires move... as chapters repeat the same ol story line of a single moan holding every sound motioned that they've ever said... even though expectations were surpassed by intentions shown as they as an individual were met... yet it's those in which i can't get enough of i believe ain't got shit for me... leaving my mind to ponder in thoughts lost like pictures thrown away so i too can be free... saying goodbye is not so rare as what i like doesn't quite insist to wanna keep me around... as worth is seen in stares casted from a different angle isolated the way i have been to not make a sound... to go unheard so life can go on without the confrontation to break another's will to stand next to me... as the understanding comes to the acknowledgement of maybe i've jus gotten use to a type in which i lean...
wrote while listening to the live version of something to remind you by staind...
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