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Why am I to reach inward
What is it Father that you think I'll find Where do you think I will draw the line and follow me into you And therefore find my faith inside I don't think so, not this time Where are you I'm outside, inside the dark I am cold and wet hands held high Waiting for another storm of debt and I'll be ass high in hopes and prayers and nothing but IOU's to remind me Of how often I failed Never how often I tried Sorry for the anger Sorry if I can't Be like you I know its hard to understand Forgive me father For the way I am God in your solitude it seems I am recluse withdrawing farther into myself Not looking forward to the pity party they will hold for me upon my death Awe that poor girl came from nothing left with nothing and lost her way from the only one who cared Tried so hard to amount to something but amounted only to six feet under and fist full of regret Sorry Father Sorry for the anger Sorry that I can't be like you I know it's hard to understand Forgive me father For the way I am Picture of perfection picture perfect the image of your beauty is overwhelming I reach for you and I feel nothing, nothing and I know it resounds from the nothing that surrounds me Picture of perfection picture of perfect No matter how hard I fight against you , you fought for me Why is it so easily you have given up on me now Without you I am lost I am nothing Picture of perfection Well I'm not perfect To you am I nothing Without you I am nothing I know it's hard to understand Vote for this poem
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