12 November, 2008

BipolarPoetryAdmin

i always thought when i looked back…
hell! i’ve never looked back
my present, my history, my life, i lost track
still, still, a picture, my mind
feeling great, i’m sad, i seem one step behind
daft bastards, they really think i’m smart
smart and content how do they fit?
content and real, who gives a shit?

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