Saturday, 17 October 2009
Dream world
He is living in a total dream world. He thinks that within a few months you can buy a car, learn to drive, pass your tests and be on the road. Considering we are dirt poor students who have minimum wage jobs that will be impossible! I don't think his time frame matches those of reality. He moves so fast he expects the world to move along with him. What if I'm too slow and he gets bored with me? What if he realises he's stuck on fast forward whilst I'm happy on play? Urgh! I want to scream out loud and/or just pack up and leave forever. I don't want to do this anymore. I want to go home... wherever that is.
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poetry of the damned
It's not fair.
I don't know who i am.
Why do i feel this way?
I'm never able to be myself. Not really.
There's always a piece locked away.
A secret i won't ever say.
A lie i'll never reveal.
I made a mistake. It cost me everything.
I'll never be the same again.
No one knows who i really am.
He thought he knew me, but he didn't.
She thought she saw me, but she didn't.
What they thought they knew and saw was a shadow of what was real.
Of what i really feel.
I'll never fit in. I'm an outsider. For that i thank God everyday!
Who wants to be cool when that includes getting drunk, smoking and screwing around?
But why does being an outsider have to be so hard?
I am different. More different than you know.
That's the point really... You will never know. Because i will never tell.
untitled
perseverance is what they say my strength is
They must be right
because i got hurt again tonight
Yet i'm still ready to love
Rebound is my second name
But not in the way you might think
I wish i could hate you
But i don't have the strength
One day my heart will not be able to hold on anymore
will not react to heartbreak with immunity
i think today is that day.
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