Dec 21, 2005 20:55
I am broken, I am bitter
I'm the problem
I'm the politician
Watching for my sky to get torn apart
Come on and break me
Now what we see what it all comes to. The trust and the promises. Nothing much.
I don't think they understand how I feel. How much I feel better than that. How much I despise it. How much of a bolster to my always-struggling self-esteem what I wanted would've been. But I didn't get it; so it doesn't matter.
And I suppose it doesn't. I mean, it's what's meant to happen, right? I'm where I'm supposed to be. His plan is better than mine, and that's an irrefutable fact. So I guess I'll just keep going. Thankfully apathy seems to have set in as we near winter break. Which, our Lord Justin Case reminds us, should already have started.