Never comes a time
At least while I'm alive
Where all projects are done
Why pretend otherwise?
So much pretending
Gets in the way of living.
So much guilt
Gets in the way of living.
Keep the cobwebs
Sweep away the lie
My mother has a perfect house
And no real life beyond those walls.
Not for me, not for me.
3 comments:
You're authentic, Deb.
The real deal. Be true to yourself and be comfortable there.
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I guess I have to be comfortable with me-no one else seems to be. Ok, that was defeated and pitiful sounding, not like me at all.
perfect beauty just irritates me, actually perfect anything! you are NOT her...you are YOU and thank god for that!!
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