Ace Of Black Hearts
My Chance Gone - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Always in line and that's for a time.
But my patience is growing thin.
Something eating at me within.
I missed my chance to dance.
To fly in a way I have yet to do.
Think you know me you don't f*ck you.
That's the way those who fake it will always be.
Games. To the very end. I will not defend a false pretense.
A lie that will wither me away.
No that will not be okay.
Don't come expecting me to open my heart.
A fools cruel joke.
Your on your ends, no way out.
Looking down when you should be looking up.
So just shut up before you make judgement.
I'm cold because I was made this way.
I care not when your in dire straights any more then
if you weren't. Its sink or swim. Get use too it.
Control or be controlled. Its my life and
I will not make a sacrifice it at the whims of others.
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