| From point A to point BHits: 2337Seems the message has lost its clarity,
I hide behind my sarcasm, a poor man's prosperity,
Irritating....My insecurities buzzing like flies,
I'd seem more sincere if I could look you in the eyes,
But it feels like trespassing...I can't decide on this or that,
Just a drifter looking for the welcome mat,
Your answer seems so pre-defined so why bother ask?
I should quit while I'm ahead and put on my mask,
But yet I sit and think of what I'd say,
About how much i like you, I dream of the day,
But when the day comes, I don't come clean,
I protect myself, say things I don't mean,
Trying to find my point? Pick your spots,
There hidden in my stumbling words and misleading thoughts,
Don't know what to say? I've probably confused you,
Just blame it on me.....I always do.
Author: Cory Jones
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