So i've been really pissed lately, but I've finally got it down on paper. so here it is, in all i'ts ungrammared glory.
Let’s add a new word to the dictionary.
That word is “You”.
“You” who makes me wonder.
Are you real?
Where is the guilt?
Where is your pain?
Why,
oh why,
am I your façade?
For how long have you been hiding behind others?
Protecting yourself from the wrath that isn’t there?
Taking that absent wrath
unleashing it on me?
It makes me ask,
what has this world come too?
Where no one thinks for themselves
and hurts anyone who does.
It’s a gift really.
my being able to put up with you
without a string of curses
and petty retaliation.
But maybe it’s that I know that I would only make it worse.
Maybe I want to believe myself
when I say that you’re not worth it.
when I act strong.
trying to shut out your mocking face.
I’m not so strong as I try to be.
Far from it.
Even I crumble,
eventually breaking.
Just how far are you willing to go
for someone who has never done a thing to you?
You act as if making fun of other is who you are
and maybe it is.
and if that’s the case
then you live a truly sad existence.
but then again,
I’m back at the question
are you real?
 Arishy · Sat Oct 04, 2008 @ 05:32am · 3 Comments |
