Their words are like the walls painted with lead.
They got pretty colors but poison fills the air instead.
They talk when they're bored, they're so bored they make games and play with your head.
People come in and out your life and I'm busy becoming a better me.
No matter what obstacle in my way I'm going to be what I'm destined to be.
weather the people are here or im there for me and me only.
Forgive me if I treat you coldly.
If you drift it's not just because I hate you it means you're better off with out me.
I try a little harder when they start to doubt me.
Even though I might not find the chance to tell you I want to see you happy.
But I have to learn how can I make myself a happier healthy stronger man.
Life feels like random problems more then a magastic plan, for however a man does what he can.
So I try write this to help you understand..you deserve better.
I demand better from myself it's not my place to force it upon anyone else.
- Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 2nd, 2020 05:45
- Category: Unclassified
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