Listening to: Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved
Feeling: misunderstood
What is this place
That leaves me with nothing
To say; no way
Of being with others in true self
Immaturity leaves me
With no one's trust
And no way to deal
With knowing so much and so little
Imminence to my whole
Is seperate from my self
Great issues versus
Great loneliness
Numbness forms
Pain; to explain
Shows no gain
Only streets with stone lain
To callous my bare feet
That even those dearest ridicule;
Their echoes push me away
Yet still they do not cease
I am exhausted, yet fated to exist
Longer still now
Too young to be old
Too old to be young
Who can love the Limbo
Detached, so unkind
In its eye, so blind
That sees, undefined,
Too much and too little
With which to identify...
To tame the monster
One must first tame oneself
In doing so, realize
No monster exists.
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