I'm a broken record
All I feel is pain and panic
I'm prey to every charismatic
Person who I've ever met
I'm a broken record
The same nightmares keep me awake
I get to bed early and stay in late
While outside the people dance
I'm a broken record
I spin and spin on the same old track
While others move on and don't look back
And forget all about me
I'm a broken record
Life moves on but I don't advance
I jump at every distant chance
But I always fall just short
I'm a broken record
I complain about the same old things
And sit too long on long-gone daydreams
While others' dreams come true
I'm a broken record
My purpose is gone so I'm left in the dust
In the heat, rain, and snow, gathering rust
Playing the same old unfinished tune
I'm a broken record
And everything repeats 'till I know it by heart
Some twisted people call everything art
But it's not
I'm a broken record
Emphasis on broken.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
