Sunday November 5, 2006
| I refuse to see plays now. I hate plays I hate seeing people I know at plays I hate the laughter I hate the joy then why did I laugh? I hate the past I even resent the present and possibly the future I hate songs that remind me of me then again who is "me" I light up I can't hear your voice will you be right beside me? I hate when the curtains close and the lights enter and I'm back to reality I want to hide hide from what I fear masks can help but I lack one to hide my face my hair helps it can hide my eyes; that are burnt at the sight of my life I try to run but my shadow is chasing up to me reminding me that you can't hide forever the lights dim the scene continues why can't I run now why did I show up was this worth it the company bows and i understood why I came a hug, a rejoice afterwards though I left quickly an instinct if you will my mission was done i wasn't suppose to even be here i was aware my identity was suppose to be secret I was not wanted here I open the gateway back into a cold night at least i have a coat a voice asks to escort me back home i'm no fool I can walk home it's only five minutes just let me walk into the night let me detour from home let me ponder on a bench for hours to come i need to breathe i can't find my santucary I can't find the road again my eyes are blinded by autumn's cold swollen, pathetic my emotions are through my eyes where was home where were my feet when I needed to walk? where was myself what's left of me now ...? have I lived? do I exist in the photos of your memories am I still invisible to your eyes? have I been made a fool? have I made made the road bend bend into something I can't handle? then again does it matter..? Posted 11/5/2006 at 2:38 PM |
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