The Same Old Song

Wandering about

 

Thinking aloud

 

Arms up ready to shout

 

Falling to the ground

 

A rush of pain

 

Slow and hot like a flame

 

Shirt torn, jeans stained

 

Am I the one to blame?

 

Pushing off the ground

 

Trying to reflect but nothing is found

 

Feeling remorseful and not so proud

 

What am I doing wrong?

 

Still the same old song

 

Why can’t I break free from the hurt?

 

I yell as my feet stomp the earth

 

Running and running away

 

It’s all I know; its even harder to stay

 

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A Battle Within Myself

I care so much for others

To the point where I become a bother

I feel everyone’s pain; I’m too empathetic

Yet I’m numb to my own; it’s deeply embedded

I can love anyone despite what they’ve overcome

To love myself, though, has been the hardest thing I’ve done

 

 

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