#29

many words through many years
many words brought many tears
i write to release my inner demons
to get rid of them before i enter heaven
i am still not perfect... never will
but in the end, i want perfection still
i won't stop till i reach my goal in the end
but it is an everyday struggle in my head
i write questions but to whom will lend an ear to little me
i write questions to my thoughts which are bastard seeds
planted in my head to grow fear and doubt
but i will not give in and i will never fall out

© 2003 thomas bates