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Mug Shot

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Pictures strung among the ground,
so many faces, so many traces,
so many that doesn’t belong with me.
Stories they shared, laughter that came, tears that comes.
I resemble none of these Polaroid’s of memories,
these memories are not my own,
I want my own.

I wasn’t worthy, wasn’t a reason,
I just want a mug shot, just one single mug shot.
Pictures of you, pictures of your past.
None of me, never to be added.
Everyone means something, where do I belong?
Everyone has there mug shot…
But me.

Apparently I don’t matter, apparently you never wanted to bother.
Maybe that’s all I was, why bother.
Fading pictures of stale bitter light,
glooms over and just stare,
fading from dual tone rose.
Maybe that’s all I was,
why bother?
Just white pebbles of the sand,
just swarmed among other hands.
Maybe that’s all I was,
Why bother?

I wasn’t worthy, wasn’t a reason,
I just want a mug shot, just one single mug shot.
Pictures of you, pictures of your past.
None of me, never to be added.
Everyone means something, where do I belong?
Everyone has there mug shot…
But me.

Close the shoe box, shut it sturdy,
shut it until it locks.
Keyless, love…
Keyless love…
Keyless love!!!

Apparently I never mattered,
Apparently you never wanted,
You never…never wanted.
Never…never mattered.

I wasn’t worthy, wasn’t a reason,
I just want a mug shot, just one single mug shot.
Pictures of you, pictures of your past.
None of me, never to be added.
Everyone means something, where do I belong?
Everyone has there mug shot…
But me.
Why couldn't I have been a memory...now into dust of the passing ashes.
© 2005 - 2024 fols2005
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LauraMaybrooke's avatar
Maybe that's all I was... That's... touching, sorrowful, and sometimes the way that human nature goes, I guess...
We doubt our own selves, based on what is the observation of others... Only thing worse is having no one take notice... Something so little, but something so important that can make you feel unimportant. There is desperation here, submission, very raw feeling and power... Was this the way that it goes?. I can feel the pain, I would never want to find out that I was not worth even a memory... Makes you think, it does. Thank you for a thoughtful read.