being one of me
i keep waiting for the miracle
i keep expecting the moment of inspiration
i keep trying to leave the darkness
i keep running from the light
i keep building walls that no one can see
i keep talking like someone cares
i keep caring how everyone feels
i keep stepping so quietly
i keep striving to please everyone but me.
This poem was written by soulspin on Apr 27, 2001.
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