visious cycle of life
sometimes Im not myself
im someone else for a day
where tears flow easily
and anger makes its mark
relationships are hurt
dangeroulsy hanging over my head
by a thin, breaking string
sometimes the string breaks
lands on me in a horrific mess
but i am only human
should i not have the right to cry
to sob to pity myself
noone knows what goes on
in the dark shadows of my mind
the pitch black silence in my dreams
my thoughts my feelings
noone knows the real me
the emotional, pitiful me
the average person cannot catch
the fraudness in my overly happy persona
does not catch the flaws that flow so much through me
how sad my world really is.
sometimes my only refuge is the dark and solem corners of my mind
sometimes sleep is the closest one person can get to death
but i will never know will i
the world is so cruel
but i can be just as cruel
but i choose not to be
instead i suffer
rather than to break free from pain
into slightly shallower waters
take an easy step for once in my life
you say "baby its okay, its gonna be alright, baby, just wait'
but it wont be
never was and never will be
you say "i wish i could make it disapear, i really do"
but where would i be without it?
i would not be human
i would be even more a tragedy than i already am
noone understands me
they say i am the wierdo girl
who sits in the back of the class
as if thats so bad?
its who i am
besides, who are you to judge?
everyone judges you, do you like it?
if you do, your not human
everyone knows that it hurts
thats just the visious cycle of life
Copyright © Dani Sousa | Year Posted 2009
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