Chasing the Moon
I know this isn’t what I’m meant for
But in a way it’s everything I am.
Spending hours chasing the other side of the moon
That I can never seem to bring to the light-
But there is nothing wrong with the dark.
I wish I could be proud of my words
These phrases that seep bad memories
But I know they are not the me
That people wish to see.
I know I’m nothing special
But I am all I’ve got
Living a life of emptiness
And holding a swollen gut.
Walking in circles so fast I can see my back
When will the merry-go-round stop?
Because it’s no more merry
And never really was fun
And as in all fairs I start to feel sick
But it’s only pushing me to go on
I can’t feel my fingers and my face has gone numb
When will the madness stop?
Because I have lost myself in the masses
But never really knew who I was.
As in all searches, hope is bleak,
But I must move on.
I know I’m nothing great
But maybe, just maybe
If I was to know myself for true
I could have someone to love me
And know that it too was true.
-Tuiyanti Mampihandon
Copyright © Tuiyanti Mampihandon | Year Posted 2009
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