All the sights in all the places,
yet all I see are bores.
A swimming sea full of faces,
but I can’t even catch yours.
A gusty wind,
sand hides all traces
of what was once before.
And I am here,
alone in the wake,
of a life that is no more.
T he life of me,
of who I was,
before everything went amuck.
Before the depression
depleted self-esteem.
Before, when I gave a ********.
I’m mourning myself,
wishing for what once was,
because I wish I could still be her.
She who is not a blemish among the perfect façade that is this world.
Where all must be as They want to see,
and those who aren’t must play the part.
I wish I was her,
who could hide her deviation,
yet still follow her heart.
But alas, it seems wishes never come true.
When will I ever learn?
Trapped amid this sea of faces, I find nowhere to turn.
 the_forgotten_thought · Wed Mar 03, 2010 @ 12:12am · 0 Comments |
