Life's not supposed to be this confusing for anyone.
As I look around and see their glass eyes glaring at me.
I wonder if they're confused as well,
or are they satisfied w/ the life they're living.
What would they say if they all knew who I really was?
Would they turn away and stab me with their degrating words,
or would they accept me as a fellow imperfect human?
Life has never been fun or easy.
Is this God's sick way of teasing me.
I continue to walk down the hall of life.
Getting hit by every problem throwin my way.
Finally the light at the end of the hall has burned out,
and I find ironic peace staring into darkness.
COPYRIGHT 1999
Reason for writing:
The reason I wrote this.
Sometimes even the sadest thing can bring inspiration,
and it got some feelings out that I'd been holding in for
too long.
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