9 May, 2009

too excess

mark

I should be like you
you always say
and all that happens you throw my way
you tell me what”s wrong with all I do
try for once to live in my shoes
to race in my mind with multiple thoughts
and dread when I crash
like I want to be dead
you want me to be like you
so you give me a pill
that way you tell me
I”ll deal with the world you create
its not in my head
I feel like a zombie and talk like I”m dead

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