12.06.2011

Just to be honest

On nights like this
I feel like I could quite possibly
die trying
to be special
(chosen)
While all of my efforts
only result
in heaps of foolishness
of being not chosen
once again.
And I am the creep
slinking around in the background
Pounding fists into heaps of laundry
with echos that are never heard.

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