I told myself that once I was out of your grasp,
out from your hell,
from under your wing,
I would be free of you,
but here I am,
indecisive,
chained to your charisma,
enslaved by your charm,
trapped through your smile,
where am I to go,
I reach toward the sky,
with my feet still on the ground,
cement blocks strapped to my feet,
wings crushed by your horror,
imagination destroyed by your manipulation,
hope disintegrate by your judgement,
but then again it was my fault,
for coming back to you again.
I would be free of you,
but here I am,
indecisive,
chained to your charisma,
enslaved by your charm,
trapped through your smile,
where am I to go,
I reach toward the sky,
with my feet still on the ground,
cement blocks strapped to my feet,
wings crushed by your horror,
imagination destroyed by your manipulation,
hope disintegrate by your judgement,
but then again it was my fault,
for coming back to you again.
#16 I am thankful for that fact that I can learn from my mistakes, I have no idea how we as a whole would be able to move forward, become innovative, or quite frankly live, if we had not learned from our past. History repeats itself, people may seem changed but they never truly are, you can drill into a person's head what is right and wrong, but they will never truly understand what is outside of their own nature. If we can all find one fault in our selves then maybe we can come to accept two faults in someone else. We can find a reason to love instead of a reason to hate, and ultimately learn to come together on the things that we love, not be torn apart by them.