sometimes it feels better to rip up your books <br />and sometimes its worth it to endure those dirty looks <br />and sometimes i understand why you think i always cheat <br />but sometimes isn't always and i cant always think <br />and i know its because of me again <br />and i cant stand to breathe the air that you did <br />and when i walk back and forth in memories <br />i can feel you. i can feel you near me. <br />all the time i wish on the fact that you're here <br />like i've done something wrong and its just as i feared <br />but i'd hate to call your bluff again, cuz it's getting really old <br />i can't stand that damn poker face. maybe you should fold <br />and i can't run just as fast you can <br />and you can't get better and thats just sinking in. <br />i thought these sixteen years would've been better by far <br />but all that ive accomplished is being who you are <br />and it hurts just to look at your face <br />cuz i know thats in mine, i know im a waste <br />and sometimes i'd like to be the one i think i am <br />but sometimes its harder to become one of them. <br />now i've overstayed my welcome i know how to take a hint <br />but this life support you me hooked to is just an understatement <br />of what i'm really going through, it doesn't matter to you <br />but i'm getting out. and you're just a part of the truth.<br /><br />Desiree Whitamore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-poker-faces-they-re-not-mine/
