Experience.
I want the love and to feel the pain
But no one sees inbetween the grain
They leave me here in this fateful fixture
But life is emotions in a horrible mixture
No one will say that this is fine
Life is more than a simple line
I will take your kiss and love how I feel
But in my mind, nothing is real.
I'll be unsatisfied and long for them
And remember how I am an unfinished hem
I wish to grow and become more human
But that doesn't change this fantasy grin
I'll push untill I feel it's true,
I'll push until they don't make me blue
Because I am everything; and I will not be less
But I won't forget what's made this mess
Was it me? Or was it the positions I've been in?
Maybe it's the wrong of every man.
I cannot see past their evergrowing ego
Or the way they refused to let me go.
It's not my nature and it's not who I am
To let myself be defined by these awful men.
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