In a Corner

I sit here and wonder about myself

What is it I truly need?

I know what it is on monday...

Come friday it has all changed..

Trouble is I had what I wanted

But was to stupid to see

So I made my choices as I had before

Painted in a corner once more

No where to go I thought

So I chose to run

Thinking it's over and I had fought

I fought alright

But not for me, I failed myself

As I have before....

Painted in the corner...

Alone by choice once more...

There are no Knights..

Nor am I a damsle in distress

What I am in though

Is one hell of a fucking mess...

©angelagschwind

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