And I’m not sure your running anymore. <br />From what is <br />That is <br />Or you’re just not scared <br />To take what is yours and start to eventually care <br />Coz your 7 years to late <br />To save me from what is and was <br />It is just this pain full game <br />Of short change and blame <br />But you’re the only one that gains <br />I’ve tired to convince my self that you could have changed <br />But your still playing the same old painful games <br />How am I meant to change when nothing has ever been simple? <br />Or easy to play <br />In you eyes nothing was without hurting people <br />So bye to you and your blue ribbon skies <br />It is time to learn how to fly <br />My time to start to shine <br />And not like you with your life of crime<br /><br />Abbe Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childs-pain-all-grown-up/
