frustrations
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After the day is almost done
Tears fall from my face
I try to keep doing right
But they keep telling me to quicken the pace
I try to hold back the anger
But it is all in vain
So many feelings
To be one to fear pain. To be one to feel pain. To fear the thought of fearing pain. Puts more fear in your heart. It's like stress on stress on frustration on pain. To have no release, nor escape, not only from pain but from life.
It has been one of those days,
Where I don't care if she goes or stays.
Deadlines passed me by,
And bosses expressed their dissapointment.
It was generally a day,
Of emotional excrement.
I guess I'm somewhat used to thisIt's normal, more or lessThe games that we don't know we playAre really just a test
Do you expect me
To believe
That I will think of the breeze
When I’m bursting with seared ash?
Do you expect me
To lose myself
Into the galaxy
When do we become grown-ups?
Is it when we can go down big waterslides alone
Or when we can do a thousand sit-ups?
Is it when we start driving
Or when we stop making stupid slip-ups?
I
“Nothing is set in stone;
besides, I don’t even know what I want.
I don’t care about your hopes and dreams;
my needs matter so much more.”
II
