Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Arising from sleep,
i feign a smile.
Forced dicipline to get out of bed,
to face the day the i don't want to meet.
Pain beyond endurance,
is custom to me.
A dash of innocence,
still holding within my conscious.
My faith in that honesty is the best policy is dying,
turning into faded glory.
Those i can trust,
are getting harder to find.
1 is of the number,
of friends i know who don't judge me.
Even the one who i never thought would
doubt me, seems to be turning on me.
Anger,
is what that seems to have left me.
I wanna leave all my bad traits behind,
yet everytime i reach out to someone,
my hand catches on to nothing,
but thin air.
posted at 8:14 PM
----------------
