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02/24/07, 07:53 PM
I'm pretty sure this is going to get massacred, but I figured it was worth a shot. It's one of my first attempts at writing using rhyme. Constructive criticism is preferred.
Butterflies are eating my insides;
Truth is contorted and molded into lies.
We're reverted and backwards in attempts for Survival.
The more I deny, the more I find:
Honesty is drained from everyone's eyes.
Handshakes don't make friends, but dirty glances make rivals.
No one could have guessed what this entailed;
By putting walls to block you only create a jail.
I wanted to tell you my secrets, but you became one instead.
The more I strive, the more I fail
And my best intentions are starting to derail;
I'm only a compulsive admittence who's easily led.
I'll put my whole heart into something until it's fixed to break,
But by searching for happiness I've only found an ache;
I turned to you for a cure but you just became a heart disease.
The more I act genuine, the more I seem fake,
But the act I put on for you was my biggest mistake.
The friends who keep the keys to your success are the worst enemies.
Butterflies are eating my insides;
Truth is contorted and molded into lies.
We're reverted and backwards in attempts for Survival.
The more I deny, the more I find:
Honesty is drained from everyone's eyes.
Handshakes don't make friends, but dirty glances make rivals.
No one could have guessed what this entailed;
By putting walls to block you only create a jail.
I wanted to tell you my secrets, but you became one instead.
The more I strive, the more I fail
And my best intentions are starting to derail;
I'm only a compulsive admittence who's easily led.
I'll put my whole heart into something until it's fixed to break,
But by searching for happiness I've only found an ache;
I turned to you for a cure but you just became a heart disease.
The more I act genuine, the more I seem fake,
But the act I put on for you was my biggest mistake.
The friends who keep the keys to your success are the worst enemies.