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too much
I have too much on my beaten plate
and I've bitten off more food
than my over-worked mouth can chew
the weight of the ragged burden
sits heavy upon my bruised weary shoulders
I keep telling myself
It will be better by tomorrow
Through cracked and bloody lips
I try to explain the situation
but the words come out warped and twisted
and everyone takes them the opposite way I intended
bombarding me with questions
insisting that I give them the answers
to every petty question they ask
they come up with conniving plans
they set horrid little traps
they never care who falls in
these little minions of fate and pain
my feet are soar and bloody
through a rough life I have trekked
running through forest of thoughts
climbing mountains of forbidding things
only to be snared in the web
of someone Else's two-timing wantings
my ears do not commend me to hear
all the sounds out there
they block out most everything
for all I have heard in life is lies
my eyes are weary indeed
they hardly open
for all they have ever seen
is a place where hope is no such thing
the world I have to thank for these injuries
my heart, a none existing lump in my chest
reassures me there is nothing,
no one, worth being broken, or dieing for
so this way I suppose I shall stay
under the constant burden of another ones wanting
blind to see beauty
because of someone Else's greed
deaf to hear beautiful melodies
thanks to someones slanderous word using
left forever in the plain of thought
with torn feet, and bloody lips
in a land where hope does not exist
with a heart that can't even beat
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