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Janus Hearts

Who we are in our minds To show all others in this time Janus hearts beat as mine But what she sells outside is not the true person behind blinds A smiling face, a light walk Tells nothing of her true hearts Everyday the same, rain or sun she moves on Each day fabricated of the last, never changing, never seeing past, past the way we live our lives in this day and time Following everyone the same She tells herself in her mind this it, i do belong But inside her doubt arise Clouds her mind and maybe her life is not so sublime Silent cries go unheard for this life is not as it should Everything laid to waste because of all the greed and hate It brings her down, makes her mad Why can't i just be happy But this is life and i am well I should not dwell Smile and wave happily to everyone she passes Fitting in, belonging Fabrication of her longing this is life, this is mine Follow in step as everyone else Agreeing and pleasing so no one can see thy true self Sublimate her life this way For an easier life gained Day after day,week after week, year after year a decade turns to two The burden of this simulacra of her life, wears and tears and burns her thru untill there is no light Dark and cold forever told Stay in line and all will be fine But nothing is fine, all is wrong We just keep pushing on No one see's, no one care's Janus hearts are aware, she wants to scream, scream it loud But does not dare for everyone would just frown To belong and get along Agree to all she see's To be part of this human race So her life will not be misplaced On and on hiding well Deep inside, buried alive to she herself believe's nothing else

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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