My poetry..
This pretty much describes how I feel right now...
Oh, inadequacy
it washes over me as I deny my flame to those seeking fire
I will fall from the flight in the sky where all of you seek the pretty things that cannot be grounded by the world
I am woeful to know that I cannot stand the test that befalls my eyes.
I am painfully aware that I will never measure up to the pain that will well up inside your being
I will stumble sixteen stairs to my glory
where you will measure me up I'm never enough...
I will cry tears of agony and bite down on the smile that comes from being so hurt
I know the only person who can handle what they know and decide what they deserve
is... not me.
I am 67 cents short of the dollar for the sunday paper.
I am 1 foot short of a supermodel and too swarthy anyways.
My mind will never move at the speed yours does I will set aside my hope for a heart that cannot feel and simply cry about the disdain you have in your voice at the thought of me.
Woefully inadequate me.
I've tried to be more but I will just always be this girl
with dark hair and dark eyes who chain smokes outside while drinking perhaps too much....
I will just always be this girl who will write out her thoughts because her mind can't handle them anymore
I will always be a little too short, a little too fat
my words will never be enough.
I will always be clumsy and a little bit messy and perhaps a little bit withdrawn when I need to think. I will always be a little bit quiet a little bit timid a little bit too sensitive.
I will end my nights with too much to drink and my cell phone will be the death of me.
I realize now I cannot change this.
I will remain inadequate for the rest of my life.
Oh, inadequacy
it washes over me as I deny my flame to those seeking fire
I will fall from the flight in the sky where all of you seek the pretty things that cannot be grounded by the world
I am woeful to know that I cannot stand the test that befalls my eyes.
I am painfully aware that I will never measure up to the pain that will well up inside your being
I will stumble sixteen stairs to my glory
where you will measure me up I'm never enough...
I will cry tears of agony and bite down on the smile that comes from being so hurt
I know the only person who can handle what they know and decide what they deserve
is... not me.
I am 67 cents short of the dollar for the sunday paper.
I am 1 foot short of a supermodel and too swarthy anyways.
My mind will never move at the speed yours does I will set aside my hope for a heart that cannot feel and simply cry about the disdain you have in your voice at the thought of me.
Woefully inadequate me.
I've tried to be more but I will just always be this girl
with dark hair and dark eyes who chain smokes outside while drinking perhaps too much....
I will just always be this girl who will write out her thoughts because her mind can't handle them anymore
I will always be a little too short, a little too fat
my words will never be enough.
I will always be clumsy and a little bit messy and perhaps a little bit withdrawn when I need to think. I will always be a little bit quiet a little bit timid a little bit too sensitive.
I will end my nights with too much to drink and my cell phone will be the death of me.
I realize now I cannot change this.
I will remain inadequate for the rest of my life.