the lost pages
I feel must be a reflection of all that falseness from people I have known
why did I have to be so different? too complicated, too sensitive, too deep, too twisted…. I was not made for this surreal world with all its insincerity…. all I wanted was to be accepted and seen for myself…. I should not believe people
shallow people with empty, trite darkness
And in that frozen state within the container so contained ….waiting for my sad fate
my thoughts frantically scurry for something firm to grasp, to hold to, to have any faith in….but
since the death of my best friend, I realize, I have had so many false friends in my life
and in that darkness I whisper ….. I thought ….you saw me
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