yeah teh title is a joke ... bu anyways.
So let's see here, where should i start? Restating the fact that is is too easy to fool everyone. My smiles are just masks, something to hide the scars. well i wrote this poem in like five minutes, so no wonder it sucks, but ehre you go...
Now not everything is butterflies and sunny skies Those are just all the lies that we hide behind 'cause on the inside we're dying... We're dying And all the smiles are lyin'... they're lying So take my hand and pull me back up agian 'cause i'm sick of this s**t Put me back on solid land And we'll walk around Joining the mascarade Hiding all these frowns Cause WE'RE ALL SO AFRAID Crack the glass, smile one time Maybe i'll steal it and make it mine And we all know no one's fine So why is smiling such a crime? Cause on the inside we're dying... we're dying And on all the smiles are lyin'.. they're lyin' Our faces resemble a day at the fair Painted smiles make up for what's not there Screaming on the inside 'cause you just don't care "HEY ANYONE GOT A SMILE TO SPARE?!" Oh look a booth opened up Selling happiness, one buck a pop Hopfully they got smiles in stock I know they keep 'em locked in a box Now they're reasing the prices Now you need a lisence And we all go through this Cuase on the inside we're dyin'... we're all dyin' And our outsides are all lyin'... we're lyin'
End! yeah. i liked it but it's kindda.... childish in a way. However, if you know me then you know my emoitions are poured into every little thing i write a draw.
Anyways, today wasn't so bad. I still wonder if those who say they care are sincere about it... then agian do i trust anyone? You know, every just sees this carefree person with a glow in thier face...and they never look deep enough to see the screaming pain behind it. I realize that i either don't have a ehart ... or agian, it's gone cold. Incased in ice, with walls built of lies and stone to protect you. I'm not happy. I never will be. I'm dangerous. And i know this all. I'm waiting for everyone else to find it out too.
Come night fall... i will be watching teh stars again. If you can pick out my favorite constellation, wish upon the stars for me. You know what? Don't forget me... I want you wishes to be for yourself. I'll wish for you all to. it seems there's no hope for me, for where i'm going, for where my mind lies. Maybe i should check myself in an insitution. Maybe then .. maybe then when i'm in my own padded room, screaming just because i can, i think of everyone... maybe then i'll begin to care... i wish i could sort my thoughts out.
Sweeet dreams everyone. Maybe you weekends be great. May the stars guide you into a real smile. And may all your wishes come true.
KnivesTG · Fri Apr 29, 2005 @ 08:14pm · 0 Comments |