Here I am
This is my life
I hope
While I'm here
To be more than just
"Content with this fate"
God
My skin is shed here
I'm open to a naive degree
And though I love it
I miss the time when
My openness was surrounded
By those I adore
But they're here with me
At least some
Just beyond my fingers
Their souls reverberating from the screen
It is cold here
That cannot be denied
I make references
All the time
The city of broad shoulders
And the fire within me
But I hate feeling empty
Even when the air is static
And my heart is beating fast
I like crying
I cry a lot here
It probably seems dumb
And entirely counterproductive
But I have emotions
And knowing that gives me strength
That's how I survive
That is how I thrive
Because I use it
Utilize the soul-scratching I often feel
It's pink and blue here
I miss my father
Or what he was
Before apathy consumed him
Like a happy little ocean wave
He doesn't like who I am anymore
But I like myself enough to make up for it
I have to clarify to myself
Smile at the mirror
With pretty pink lips
It can be grey here, too
Industrial smoke in the pretty city
I like it here
Since I can thrive here
In spite of everything
Yeah, honey
I am the captain of my fate
And though some may try to guide me
In some supposed "right" direction
I know what I need
And I may change
I want to help people
And though both could
I may change
I may change
I'm maternal anyways
To a fault
I try to nurse drunks
I know that isn't quite good
Now is it?
But I must think of myself first
At least for now
Now now
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