I don't expect anyone to understand, no one ever does. . .
hence the mask. . .
"damn. . . "
and then it's on
fluttering eyelashes
coy glances
laughing
smiling
but it's almost always false.
I can't help it
i built the wall
around my heart
for a reason
and now
damn
it's falling.
night comes
bringing worries
nightmares
things uncontrolable
unreachable
the pain
the emotions
the visions
the dreams locked up
are let free
and i can't always handle them. . .
protection
was my best defense
never becoming very close
with anyone
hence the mask. . . . . . .
i brought the pain upon myself
you could say
dealing with life like this
but it worked
wandering
never knowing
never caring
. . . not really.
I think the real problem is this - no one stops to listen anymore.
Will you come and smell the fresh air with me?
 Scribe Azai · Sun Sep 06, 2009 @ 05:54pm · 0 Comments |
