As we say in this neck of the desert, life is something something…
Friday May 18th 2012

Crumbling façades

Didn’t ask for this to happen; never wanted it to be
There’s nothing brave about it; no courage to be me
It’s not a path I chose – Just do my best to cope
So please don’t say I’m brave; that my courage gives you hope

I do the best I can, to keep the lock on tight
But as the dates approach, I start to lose the fight
Long ago, I built a wall, trying to contain
The feelings I would not reveal; not showing any pain

Every now and then, though, the wall begins to crack
And all the strength I thought I had – it suddenly goes slack
Emotions get the best of me; no longer in control
And the crumbling façade, begins to take its toll

Nothing I can do, but wait until they’ve passed
Those dates that sometimes rule my life – they come around too fast
Don’t want this to be who I am; to feel my soul’s been scraped
But when your life’s been ripped apart, there’s really no escape

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