After All

August 7, 2012
By MaskedCellist GOLD, Saratoga, California
MaskedCellist GOLD, Saratoga, California
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Blood and tears,
Sweat and blood,
Work and sweat,
All coming to failure.

I thought
This would define me,
I would be nothing,
An image shattered.

As if my hair,
My shoes,
My activities,
Was everything.

Beating dead horses,
And hanging by a thread,
It was not worth the fight
And humiliation.

Goodbye hopeless future,
Goodbye false image,
It wasn't worth it,
After all.


The author's comments:
The realization that maybe fighting everyday for something I don't love, isn't worth my time.

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