Oxymoron
Oxymoron
Voices whisper little screams
Sweet little lies of corrupted innocence
Made up of words of numbers
And put forth in screams of silence
I walk inside the exit
Looking for what I can’t get
Take a left down the right side
Into the outside,
And realize exactly where I am
Lost
My rights make more wrongs
While my wrongs make me feel right
About who I am, who I am
Not
The same old faces
I never knew
Same old places
They still aren’t you
Or me
The same honest lies
unjustfully true
The evidence of no traces
Lead me to exactly to
Where I will not find you
Away from it all
Stuck in the middle
Of a crowd where I hide
Alone
Someone follows
Right behind my steps
That I do not take
So I start walking
Backwards
And yes I will
Make a perfectly correct mistake
Who are you?
Where are you?
You and you and you….
I’m not me.
Copyright © Laci Nelson | Year Posted 2009
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