Pinnochio Syndrome

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    Pinnochio Syndrome

    Day in and day out
    Walking through life in a daze
    Turn left; then right; and I hit a wall
    Trying to maneuver through this fucking maze
    I'm lost and tired; my feet are sore
    It's been a long long road
    The tears, the fights, the long sleepless nights
    I just can't take anymore
    This goes far beyond simple love or hate
    or that things just aren't how they should be
    We both deserve better than this; or can't you see
    I'm tired of leaving it up to fate
    Giving in to prevent the fights
    a soul kept in the dark
    Sleeping in bed alone each night
    no way to rekindle the spark
    We merely exsist together; you and I
    Each of us doing our own thing
    Don't wanna face another day
    Waking up every morning with a tear in my eye
    in fear of what the day will bring
    You're not happy; this I know
    So I ask you why you stay
    I tell you I think I should go
    But you only stand in my way
    My heart skips a beat
    with every slam of the door
    My heart crumbles into a million pieces
    every time you mutter the words "slut" or "whore"
    Why can't we just admit defeat
    And hold onto what's left of our dignity
    Would it be so wrong for us to part
    It doesn't mean that we failed
    Wouldn't it be worth a shot
    If it would mean that we could be happy
    It's only just a matter of time
    By then it may be too late
    Our hearts can only handle so much
    in their already fragile state
    I think it's time you cut the strings
    and let this puppet dance on her own
    If it's meant to be then I'll be back in your arms
    as history has already shown

    Written on November

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    Mandi commented on Pinnochio Syndrome

    12-26-2010

    this is a very sad poem... you give expression and voice to the pain. I hope that venting gave you some closure. you did it very well too

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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