My Own Name

Tired of all the charades,
so tired of the whole game,
even tired of my own name.
Fed up with all of the lies,
the stares that hypnotize,
the smoke of death that fills the skies.
Just want it all to end,
leave like a long-lost friend,
love that I meant to send,
but I was paralyzed.
Enough is enough,
had all that I could stand,
spent way too much time crying,
and trying to understand.

December 29, 2008.

Copyright © 2008, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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