5/14/05

Real...

Sorry to be Real

I have been letting more people read my soul.
And I find it's not mine anymore.
I don't want to live up to the writing -
I can't possibly be as depressed,
or as scared all the time.
I would have to kill myself.

So I pretend it's nothing.
Actually, you've read the words,
and think I'm always this profound...
but then I let you down with reality.
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