Have to stop hurting myself, hating myself, underestimating myself
I cannot undo any of what has already been done
Nor can I keep picking up my baggage as I turn to run
There are so many ways to destroy yourself
So many ways to just ignore the help
Yes, for me it has been a struggle since day one
Not a single day have I spent on my own basking in the sun
I hide in the clouds
Letting myself get lost amongst the crowds
Allowing my life to be pulled by some unseen current
You’d think a past like mine may act as a kind of deterrent
Wisdom they say is making mistakes and learning not to make them again
I often wish my hurting heart would listen to my clever weary brain
Never even taking notice of the warning signs as I race through the back roads
Like some demonic highway
If I want help I must realize it can’t always be my way
Those who offer opinions aren’t always trying to disagree
Most times they too only wish to set me free
Apparently tho I am not the only one I hide behind this mask
I watch thru the peep holes as helpers turn to monsters before my eyes
Before they can even get near their task
Once again its time to pull down the blinds
I sincerely don’t want to see the world and all humanities crimes
I’m still struggling to find real faces, for in this world it takes all kinds
At last tho I have realized this battered heart has no clue what it needs to find
So from this day forward I vow I will no longer allow it to take the controls from my mind
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