but

 

you tell me i have been misled
but i've decided out of pain.

you tell me i'm resisting truth
but i wear armour to survive.

you tell me you can't trust me quite
but if i fight, it's just to live.

you tell me i don't measure up
but i can only measure me.

you tell me i should play your game -
how can i, when it brings me death?



say, is it sinful to breathe deep?
say, should i die, so you can sleep?
or could you blur the lines a bit
to fit me in, who'll never fit?


(© 1996-2008 Maria L. Grist)

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