Description: Something I came up with off the top of my head after a fight with my S.O. The past should be left where is it.
Never Ending Editor -------------------------------------------
Just when I though I was all straightened out...
All the creases smoothed out and the crinkles gone.
Again you ball me up and toss me into the trash.
I've become discouraged in digging myself back out of the waste basket.
I'm loosing the drive to keep doing this.
I've lost hope in becoming better than what I am.
For each time I feel complete, there you are to criticize and show my every flaw.
Scratching out mistakes only to realize there are more imperfection to this piece than you once thought.
Over and over again you scrutinize my progress.
Shoving past fuck ups down my throat and into the depths of my soul.
Leaving blemishes after I spent months digging away at them with a wire brush.
Just when I was feeling perfect, you ball me back up and throw me back into the garbage.
You are the perfect one and they are just the garbage an...dont let that bring you down, light the fire and stand up head held high...write a piece how you are so much more than could ever be seen....dont let someone tell you what your worth...they are the trash, get outta that can give that nasty bugger a paper cut.