Mud

There is a door shut in my face
The door bears your name
And I've given you the locks
I've locked you out as well.
It's been a one sided wishing well,
Sometimes I'm never doing well,
I shut you out a long time ago, and, well...
Pride needs to be swallowed like dirt in the water.
Muddy water is not clearly seen through,
And I can't quite see you
Its true.
I've given you pain because I myself am a tortured being,
Not being means for an excuse to be a sadist
And forgiveness from you might be a nice thing to have,
But being sorry is what I can give.
What you do is your release
You are not licensed for what you do
You can hang on, let go, or go,
You do what you please.
You please yourself, you please no one.
We are our own worst critic,
Nothing worth striving for.
I've always wondered who you would be if you could be anyone.
Sometimes I wonder if you would want to be yourself,
Because you are the coolest person you know.
I don't really know you,
But I know me,
I know I'm sorry.
I know I'd rather not have hurt you,
I'm not as heartless
As stone cold as you think.