Drifting
All dressed up with no where to go
No place in my heart, colder than snow.
Falling away from those whom I love
Knowing I do harm to the people I shove.
Forgiveness doesn't exist to my sad soul
When you lose a second chance, there's no place to go.
I'm sorry for causing the sadness and pain
I know what I do and what I can't gain.
The silence is unbroken and will forever be
As long as I'm drifting, pushing people away from me.
I don't know how to stop when I'm so far gone
The world has stopped and still, I march on.
A rebel in heels, in jewels, and gold
A put-together lady, full of dangers untold.
Hiding behind her long sleeves and heavy hair
It's hard to tell there's a hazard there.
Underneath her perfect smile bright
There rages disappointment and longing to take flight.
There's envy and wrath and justice undone
Behind the eyes and smile, you can't tell who's won.
You expect the worst, a difficult runaway
But all you'll find is a situation that just locks itself away.
She's really typical, the perfectly together girl
But inside, Heaven and Hell have taken hold of her.
She knows that she's different, not right in the head
Or at least, that's what she tells herself, and you've heard what she said.
It makes no difference what she's done before
No one cares, everything's just a blur.
She feels overshadowed by those more perfect than thee
And in third person, she projects her unstable harmony.
For nothing exists in it's perfect order
She's boxed herself in and protected the border.
And yet, you just stand there, with your piteous ways
You'll never know who she is or what she'll say.
It could be different, just a practical joke
But you don't try to find out, and she goes up in smoke.
Copyright © Kristen Wilson | Year Posted 2007
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