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[a_mans_grace]

no matter how hard i try, or what i say nothing works.
and as im being shot down for what i thought was a good deed
a single tear rolled down my face
i was only trying to do good
so i smile, and take hit after hit.
never faultering.
but you know, it doesnt stop.
so im slipping back into old habits.

Comments

[anonymous]

thats a really good poem.
very...whats the word...touching? no, thats not quite right... powerful. thats it.
who is the poem about?
i know its about you, but who is making you cry? and who is making you slip back into old habits?

[a_mans_grace]

i didnt even realize it was a poem, i just wrote because...i did.
i doesnt matter who its about and it doesnt matter im upset
and im alright back with my old habits