16 Years

I can’t see what I don’t know 

To busy working fingers to the bone

It’s easier to see what you’re trying to hide 

if you know just to look in plain sight, 

 

I shouldn’t feel like your the one who left me

When I walked away, You say I’m your problem

But addictions can change your sane 

 

You’re my black ice, pulling my feet from gravity

I don’t need you, but I need me

not to go back to what I’ve already been through 

 

They said national will turn on one another 

we my heart turned against me  

We’re all just playing this waiting game, 

But I can’t wait for time to catch me 

 

We label thing we don’t understand 

we don’t understand ourselves 

Making up answers to questions we don’t know 

I hope you don’t find out 

 

Plastic ceilings, breaking four walls 

trying to remember 

Why we’ve done what we’ve done 

 

Walking paths on dead end streets, 

One day roads run out 

We’ll just follow our feet

 

 I’ve had 16 years of sorrow, 

16 years of kiss

16 years of memories 

doesn’t take much to carry all of this 

 

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This poem is about: 
Me

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