One Day.

To the bottom onlt to find my advantages,
I've found my calling now to peel off these bandages.

When that certain feeling that no one hears you arrives,
find that certain outlet to channel, never deprive.

Kept focused but lost tack
now keeping focused to eventually attrack.

Tug-a-war to pull you in? Then i'm not playing, you win.
...Seems all anyone wants to do is follow trends.

Sometimes I bash myself too much for my past, if i keep that consisteint nothing will last.

Seeing the ugly as beautiful evey now and then,
will I ever feel normal again?

I can't speak to you in words how i feel,
but read my words for they are real.
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Posted: Aug 2012

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