Lie

Patience

Sometimes I regret what I did.
Sometimes I wish it wasn't me.
The life that I was given was no longer a gift.
Like the after pain of a burn.

It's not as if I cry.
Because pain can stop hurting.
Weather you are numb or not.

I was chosen.
It was my choice.
But eventually the tears are gone.
I threw my tears away.

I was told over and over again that it wasn't my fault.
They just don't understand.
My situation is far from clear.

Sometimes I forget where I was going.
I always forget the line.
I did this too myself.
I did this too my family.
But really they couldn't care.

My pain is a word spread.
I see it creeping.
Not in the shadows but in the dark.
Like I told you, life isn't a gift.

I'm just another one.
I'm just what they seem.
I'm not special.
Even if I am anything.