The Project

by mrgrunty

I listen all the time,
the voice inside my head.
Some would say it's conscience,
I call it you instead.

Constant jolts of reason,
an outcome shaped for you.
Strive to be that person,
but what does doing do?

More than just to please you,
I want to be that man.
Help us be forever,
in my way, if I can.

Tell you that I'm sorry,
for things before we'd met.
Not your place to judge me,
I don't owe you that debt.

You should face the mirror.
This bird must leave its cage.
Check your own reflection,
take ownership of rage.

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The Project

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