How many wrongs could I do
before they believed I couldn't do right
How many losses must we experience
before we choose flight over fight
and as much as I have always dreamed of flying
I can't help but feel sick of trying
I banked on endless destinations which I would see
but my bank cannot afford anything unless it's free
How many wrongs could I do
before they believed I couldn't do right
How many times can I tell them what I hope to do
before they want to see it with their own sight
Optimism is the only choice I have
I hold onto my dreams because I can't face the facts
I put my make-up on to stop myself from facing
round and round I go reaching out for something I'm not even chasing
I keep loosing all my friends
But friends are a fashion statement and I do not want to follow the trends
I will continue to pretend that the end didn't hurt
and sometimes my ego feels bruised so I do flirt
all the things which are my blessings
are exactly the same as my curse
How many wrongs can I do
before they stop believing I can't do right
I know I'm not a victim
and I know I need to put my trust in life
but could life give me a sign
so I know that I am not making the same mistake twice
If only they had the stop signs like they do on the road
Do people only love me because they enjoy watching my show?
Do people only love me because I'm terrible at saying no?
Do people only love me because I wont let their secrets go?
Do people only love me because I let them take control?
Does anyone really love me?
The way they can walk away so easily
tells me that the answer is no
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An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
