©2010 Standing Still
It hurts alot
too much to bear
when I stand still.
To you I'm a spot
it kills how you care
while I climb up this hill.
I'm growing too weary
pretending everything's fine
when we both know better.
Your flip flops leave me leary
on my weaknesses you dine
my failure, your wanton endeavor.
I look inside and look past your ways
because I know that I should
I try not to get lost at sea.
So I tell me , "It's a new day"
In hopes that this one will be good
I may be nothing to you, but I'm something to me.
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