Pulling my hair from root
Trying to find the root
Of my behaviors
Attention grabbing in their splendor
Trying to get some recognition
Of my existence
Trying to get an explanation
As to why
Trying to get a moment
Of your time
Trying to explain to myself
Why no one cares that I exist
Birthday’s come without a call
But wait…
Wasn’t it only I who helped you from your fall
Tradition decimated
Only hope left
Hope that which each passing day
Sings “Happy trails to you, goodbye my friend”
Their optimism sickens me
My trails have never been happy
My trails never will be happy
This line of life stretches into infinity
Infinite wisdom
Infinite pain
If life’s a bitch
Infinity is the Queen Bee
Whose poison I ingest
Like a sweet nectar of life
Tearing me apart
A puzzle never to be finished
Because I’m missing a piece
Of you, which I need to succeed
Giving me the motivation
To stay on track
To straighten up and fly right
The drive to get me from point “A” to the finish line
Even though I whine
Trying to peel your eyes from the screen
There is no need to do me like a two dollar hoe
On my way out the door
I want to be recognized as
The man in your life
The love your world centers around
The part of your heart that is not jaded and cold
Love me…
Please…
I’m begging you…
Love me…
Pay attention to me…
Please…
Please love me…
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