Look at this page which I wrote yesterday,
Just a selfish expression of fear and depression,
And my insecurity so much a part of me,
Swells up the pages of numerous diaries.
Humiliations both real and imagined,
All lie on this page,
And stare back at me mocking me,
I run away from them,
Push them away from me,
So that I can vaguely turn to embarass me.
Down comes the rain,
And I try to explain,
The events and the flaces,
Emotions and places,
But sometimes the mess of my mind just impresses me,
Where are the words that can tend this confusion?
There was a time when I,
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Of the sleeper at night,
And the places I love,
Some things that pass,
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Where is the pain,
Into which ? ?
I lie in my bed and stare up at the ceiling,
Reliving events of a previous evening,
My poor little ego that bruises so easily,
Biting my conscience to justify reason.
Look in your soul tell me what do you see?
Can you honestly say you're completely at ease?
Do you believe that your conscience is clean?
Well I say you're a liar.
Down comes the rain,
And I sit here in pain,
With the people i've lost in the places i've lost.
I have a past that's made up of the real and imagined,
My only excuse was my ignorant youth,
And i've been up since then,
So what's my excuse for the things I have threatened?
Rainin my soul,
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