Dark Knight
10-25-2004, 04:09 AM
Unfurnished Feelings
I'm sick of trying, trying is just too hard
Every time I try it's a struggle, and when I struggle I feel barred
Trying leads to nothing, and nothing is supposed to lead to all
When is my chance going to come, and when will I be able to do something other than fall
Time and time again the same results ensue
There have been many times back to back where I felt I never knew what to do
Lost perhaps, in a world of confusion, frustration, and wrath
When I’m told what to do I end up succeeding, but when I go my own way I never take the right path
I know I can never achieve perfection, and miles away from it is which I am
I’m constantly ripping away at myself, and the final words in which I speak always seem similar to Damn
I'm tired of it, perhaps its fate that I’m always wrong
I could end this poem now, but I give up, I’ll do it later on…..
I'm sick of trying, trying is just too hard
Every time I try it's a struggle, and when I struggle I feel barred
Trying leads to nothing, and nothing is supposed to lead to all
When is my chance going to come, and when will I be able to do something other than fall
Time and time again the same results ensue
There have been many times back to back where I felt I never knew what to do
Lost perhaps, in a world of confusion, frustration, and wrath
When I’m told what to do I end up succeeding, but when I go my own way I never take the right path
I know I can never achieve perfection, and miles away from it is which I am
I’m constantly ripping away at myself, and the final words in which I speak always seem similar to Damn
I'm tired of it, perhaps its fate that I’m always wrong
I could end this poem now, but I give up, I’ll do it later on…..