Xpression.v2

Idiot’s Confession (7/12/2007)

What can I do to erase my imperfections?
Reflections of the failings in my collection
Obsession is never really a wise direction
But I guess that I am here for an idiot’s confession
The lessons that I picked up through interactions
The stories that I listened to that proved to be distractions
Refractions of the images I once thought to be real
The cracks and the scars of the wounds that never heal
The leaks that never seal, the weight upon my heels
The doubt inside my head from confusion that I feel
The life force that you steal every time you point at me
Whether done in jest or annoyance grown in me
And I don’t know who to be or understand what I should change
Every other second comes another laugh my way
I lost a half today and another eighth tomorrow
Replaced with disappointment and a self inflicted sorrow
So pick apart my being and shred what’s left of me
My walk falls with my speech, so go and take the best of me
I know you all think less of me than I ever really pictured
My pessimism failed me and I forgot to read my scripture
Cause if I would have read the pages, I would have read the words
I would have learned to play the boy that dropped without his nerve
I would have known to see the truth and never hold a hope
Just see my hand and laugh at me and never throw a rope

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