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by creativemindmm at 7/20/2009 9:21:31 PM
The shell he constructs is the one that constricts.
The image of himself is not one he wants to depict.
The anguish on his mind is one that they ruthlessly inflict.
The cycle remains, so easy to predict.
And he can't help feeling this way,
And the people he loves, it seems to push them away.
The creation of a new life,
Wishing these fears would just go away
But they don't, they never do
Just hoping and weeping and praying to be renewed
But the damage's done
The actions and thoughts misunderstood
And the fear always come back to intrude.
The drive to be perfect, that's what's in there,
When it all goes wrong, it's his burden to bare.
But they all see him in a different light.
The man, it seems, who can't do anything right.
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