Thursday, August 11, 2011

Nothing left to prove

Tired of fighting for
something inside me
that honestly is nowhere
to be found.
Tired of trying hard
to be all that 
I think I'm meant to be
and I'm not.

And it's not so much 
that I'm not anything I've ever been.
Just that so much of me
seems so different from
what you all think I'd be.

bare and exposed,
there's nothing left for me to hide.
And I can't break out of this,
this tightening,
these frightening bonds.

And this poor excuse
for poetry,
fades out like so many
weary thoughts.
And maybe you can see me as I am,
and so imperfect.
there's nothing left for me to prove. 

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