Messed Up

i look at this mess
Put pen to paper and make no fuss

I try to make this happy
But I'm forever failing
I push people away
I don't even hear what they have to say

My mind is all I have
And you can say that without a care
It's not your burden I have to bare

I have to admit
My enemies do have a point
I try too hard
And its my fault I'm in this mess

I look on the bright side and try to smile
I fell through small cracks
So small I couldn't see

If it makes you any better
You were right from the start
Right about who we are
Right about WHAT we are

Even old wings have a point to be kept insight
Dust them off
Take flight
Think about it…

But maybe it's just another crack to slip right through

Poem by Ator

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