Creep

This whole thing is just a lie
I thought I'd be different if I tried
This boredom is just a state of mind
But at least it keeps me safe when I hide
Somewhere I could try to avoid this pain
But its still killing me just the same

I sit and wonder what my life could have been
My eyes begin to bleed as I find myself back here again
Now that I fear that this feeling is overcoming my only hope again
Now that I feel that this fear is only the calm before the storm begins

Lowering myself to lost
My thoughts have been wandering for days
Too tired to sleep 
So just try to stay awake
As I sit here and think 
That I am just a Creep
But am I all that I will ever be?

Shadows dance accross the room 
Leading me to a window down the hall 
A voice from deep inside me echoes
As if my thoughts are trapped within these walls
Now that my calm is lost it's warning time for the storm to begin
Now that my fear has cost me everything that I would hope to find love in again

I will undo -
Everything I am connected to
Watch it slip away
Fade away
With these tired eyes I will see it through
Shed this dead skin and find life in new
As You begin changing me 
Everything that I have made of me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Brown Avatar
June 16, 2011 at 6:04 AM
Enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Jesse. I will be back again to read more. Hope you find your soul filled with inspiration today and everyday and may your writing endeavors come to be. Love, Carol
Fox Avatar
June 15, 2011 at 2:06 PM
I don't know about liking the read, I feel like I'm breathing through a reed ! Give me some air !
Keenan Avatar
June 15, 2011 at 1:50 PM
I liked the read.
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