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Disapproval
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Dusk The fire of the frustration drowns out the hope,
My aspirations a pitless gutter at the mercy of reality,
That awkward feeling of wanting to be nice
But unable to fake a smile overcomes me,
My lips twitching with indecision.
Silence or talk?
Either way, I won’t get approval.
It’s that mission impossible in that relationship of fairytales,
Nothing is perfect,
I guess it’s true.
I strive to be and to have that approval,
To make all the rough corners smooth
For easy sailing,
But that black decay in the very corner of my heart,
Veiled in spider webs,
Is that two pair of scornful eyes.
