Lying within ...
By unusual_blood
I tell you
one thing
Yet you'll hear
other words
You tell me
something
Which normally
should not be heard
And when I
open up
Is when your
sword
comes into play
And you try to
protect me
From things that are
already safe
I really don't need
your tears
Fuck you
and all your fears
I opened up
cuz I thought you'd
understand
Your just another
hypocrite
drowning in this poor land
The words I speak
need to be left
alone
Your help is
unwanted
as is your sorrow
You stand there
disapproving
shaking your head
"She was so young" you'll say
"Such a good friend"
Look in the mirror
What do you see?
I see someone
who's a lot like me
So STOP
this fake imitation
You'll never be my Hercules
I listened to you
Now YOU
listen
to ME
This isn't how it goes
When will you learn
to share?
I don't give a damn
Whether or not you care
Just lend me your ears
for a day or two
Or else I'll forget
the sins that I do
I will fail to
remember
All that I've done
No prized reminder
have i won
Like these marks on my skin
which now are mending
quite well
No memento has been left
nothing of this hell
And then the
entire process
starts over once more
And I'll be stuck
watching
The same sad
last scene
The scene where
the actress
falls over
and cries
for she does not
even know
if she's living a lie
I'll clearly be sitting
on the wrong side
of this room
With this hand
raised tolerantly
waiting ...
waiting ...
And finally
when you see
All you'll do is
disagree
You'll worry
and wonder
What to do with me
And I'll slap you
in the face
And I'll remind you
of what YOU'VE done
And you'll make up
excuses
of how that's
different
you'll go
on
and
on
and
on ...
My poor darling
secrets
will lay breathing
inside this soul
They will embrace these bars
wishing to be let go
They will be
waiting
for the key
to come and open
this sealed door ...
But it shall never come
It will fail
again and again
And history will
repeat itself
Right until the end
Comments on "Lying within ..."
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On Monday, December 22, 2003, manunkind
(64) wrote:
i hate it when people pretend to be my savior.. and all that junk. i really liked this poem. it held so much regret.. and bitterness.
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On Friday, December 19, 2003, unusual_blood
(74) wrote:
The final straw that got me to write this poem was this guy (who I also thought I loved) who, despite all he did, made me feel as if it was ok for him to do it, but once i admitted to my actions it was not ok.
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On Thursday, December 18, 2003, Liath
(35) wrote:
Sounds like the struggle between a girl I like (love, I think...) and myself. I think I'm in love with her, have for a while now, but she's afraid to like me, and I keep pushing myself on her and I feel like such a bastard sometimes.
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On Thursday, December 18, 2003, Mischevious Princess
(28) wrote:
nice work...i know how you feel...