Confessions to Myself
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a_thing_amajig
a_thing_amajig17 yr old astrology crazed poet from MN
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Musings to myself while listening to music on the bus

Confessions to Myself

Ever since I was a little boy

Girls have treated me like a toy

Twisting and turning my good intentions

Just to garner a little attention

But how can I refuse

When every female that breaks me seems to be my muse?

I've felt ensnared in this life, locked in a cage

One I was trapped in once I met you your gaze

If looks could kill, you'd be a weapon of mass destruction,

But I've learned to see through you with my wit and deduction

Yet you're far from the first to treat me this way,

It's a constant that's stayed from the early days

Love surrounds me like a blinding mist,

Turning my attention from their iron fist

I suppose attention is the name of the game,

Because I've got nothing else to take, money nor fame

A poetic life, plagued with fakes

Stuck in a small town surrounded by lakes

You'd think experience would make me stand down

But I've got no reason to grimace and frown

Manipulation or not, I know my own meaning

Isn't to let their actions strike me as demeaning

I'm devoted to the ones too far from feeling

To assist them in their own mental healing

I realize that this is just another emotion

Resulting in a certain devotion

You all know the words I'm thinking of

For it is my true nature, and that word is love.

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