You aren’t quite who I expected you to be
A burned out heart and a wasted memory
I can’t explain what I have done
Nor do I know what I must do to
Rectify this friendship
To crucify this endless
Hate that I feel when I feel so secluded
I need to find a way…
To apologize and recognize my disguise and all these lies
Why can’t I fly when you’re watching me?
Why can’t I cry in your company?
Why should I apologize for what you did to me?
You can go to hell whether you believe it or not
I’m going back for what I forgot
Stop for a second and think about more then yourself
Stop for a second then continue what you’re doing
‘Cause quick thinking isn’t your specialty
Especially in the midst of an unjustified war
I hope you remember this spark
‘Cause it’ll burn your hands before too long.
May not be one your proud of, and may just be marked as a venting but I loved it nonetheless. That's what you call pouring your heart out and letting the world see that you mean business. It's awesome. Personally I think it showed alot of strength on your part- in your writing and as a person. (Okay, so maybe getting angry and upset isn't always looked at as 'strength', but I see it and you should simply just take my word for it.:P)
However, in part of your poem it says you need to find a way to apologize <...and recognize - etc.> and then later on it says 'why do I have to apologize <for what you did to me...etc> ...
I figured that maybe this was part of the confusion in hatred, everything that you're feeling slowly figuring itself out but not quite until later...
Well actually, I just started thinking about all the possible meanings to this poem - and somehow the confusion always works. -Even when it's not confusion.
I'm not sure why you wouldn't be proud of this poem actually...
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