Robbed
Everything’s gone
My independence
My passion
My skills
Taken away by the followers
The stalkers, and the predators
Consumed by the copiers
Robbed of my uniqueness
Followers pray upon my nerves
Hitting my last
I cry, I let it out
I run, I don’t let it show
I pretend I do not realize
I’ve been robbed
Alone
Scared of being alone
Afraid of the unknown
Terrified of the dark
Anxious from adrenaline’s spark
Frightened by the isolated feeling
Cowardly you find yourself stealing
Stealing the heart of a friend
Taking it all away in the end
The imperfect
Filled with rage
Raged by the imperfect
Yearning for perfection
Growing tired of disappointment
Tired of the constant failures
Failing to prove it will be complete
Instead turning completely ruined
Ruined by the dread
Dread of the imperfect
Broken
I cannot see
I cannot hear
I cannot speak
I don not believe
I do not agree
I do not understand
I am not sure
I am not sure
I am not complete
I am not free
I will not come
I will not tell
I will not lie
What am I?
Pretend
You say I’m fake
You say I’m not real
I’m not a Freud
I’m not pretending
I said “I love you”
You said “your lying”
But I cant prove it
Neither can you
Altered
Hiding behind this mask
Disguised as someone else
Secrets buried deep
Covered by a different skin
My identity shaded in the dark
A shadow of a different person
Becoming your follower
Becoming something like you
Changing so much
I’ve forgotten who I am
The only choice I have
Is to become something I am not
Stars
Millions of stars
In the sky
One for each time
I think of you
I think of you
Day and nigh
I wonder where you are
I see you coming
I watch and wait
But you never seem to notice
Then in time
You stopped coming
And I forget you a little each day
This hole in my heart
Where you used to lay
Is so empty and cold
Here I will wait
Blank and bare
Until one day
You will return
To fill my empty heart
 zssser · Thu Aug 30, 2007 @ 09:27pm · 1 Comments |
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