Thursday, March 10, 2011

All the days of tomorrow





I am the only one who can speak for me so i'll tell it like it is 



I am gone
as of lately I am gone
I've begun to worry about life
not the lives of others 
not my own life
but what my life means to others
what my life is lacking in the eyes of others 
what makes me worth so little to what seems like everyone I know

Sure times are tough
they're tough for us all

I could get over it
but i'm done getting over it 

I am my own shack 
my own pool of infinite sorrow
and that must be what scares them off
it must be why six billion other souls go about their daily business
instead of finding meaning in me. 

I'm real. That's all you have to worry about. 
I don't drool over sitcoms 
I don't iron my clothes
and floss my teeth just to impress others
and I no longer hide what I feel for fear of judgment. 
I am reality.
If reality means I must spend ninety eight percent of my time living in my own prison
then i'll take it. 
you may fear me because i'm dramatic
you may fear me because everyday i'm a little bit closer to showing you who you really are
this is why you leave me alone.
you all leave me alone.
you can't take another second 
of stained teeth and scarred flesh
just like I can't take another second of fake love


love means you're there. 

No one is ever here. 

and that will be our secret. 

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