12-13-15
for some reason I feel as damaged
as a novel in a puddle
filled with stories
but abandoned and unwanted
I don't know how I ended up
there
But I think im awaiting to be
picked up out of this feeling
I feel old as if everyone
has read my pages,
as if I am the same ole tale
being told over and over again
Even I'm tired of my own story
the very same causes keep
leading to my effects
when will I stop feeling like I've
been ripped of some of my pages
filled with my self-confidence
and assurance
but my exterior has always been strong
my cover has sometimes been covered with lies
I know all chapters front and back
but i still feel blank.
is it too late to change my fate?
I sometimes imagine what I'm predestined to be
what a waste because
I kept forgetting I am the reader
and the writer
the main character,
main idea, and supporting details
I am the infinite story that goes
on and on
even if I lose physical placement
to record my memories
even when the ink runs out
I'll still run through people's minds
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