Friday, December 24, 2010

What Do You See?

Every time you look at me,
I can't help but think to myself,
What do you see,
What can you see?

Do you see a spoiled, pampered princess,
Do you see a proud, strong woman,
Do you see an gullible, easy prey,
Or do you see a lost, helpless child?

I can't read minds,
As much as I wish for it to be possible,
But I'm willing to bet,
That you see anything and everything,
But the last.

I am who I am,
And there's nothing in this world,
That can change that fact,
But what you see in me,
Is what you only want to see.

I am so tired of smiling,
I just want to let go,
To be who I want to be,
But I still hold on to my mask,
For I know that you'll only hurt me in the end.

I'm singing the same old song again,
But this is because,
It is the only song I know,
As there is no one here,
That has taught me a new one.

This melody I sing,
I sing from the very depths of my soul,
Every word that I sing,
Soft as they are,
They are all that I am.

Accept me,
Deny me,
But don't ever try,
To change the person that I am,
To make me something that I'm not.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Reality

Spring to Autumn,
Summer to Winter,
Life to Death,
Warmth to Cold,
Passion to Indifference.

This is what that has become of my life,
Now that I am finally alone,
I am but a shell,
Going through the motions of life,
With the zest of one who is broken.

This is a nightmare over and over again,
For every time I think that I have found a replacement,
You have to come along,
Shattering the illusion that I've placed myself in,
Tearing apart my carefully constructed world.

Reality,
Why must you be so cruel?
Why can't you just allow me to stay as I am?
Why can't you just grant me this small respite,
From the pain that I'm going through as it is?

You are such a cruel friend to have,
But at the same time you're still the best teacher,
To teach me the lessons of life,
To teach me the characters of the world,
To teach me the pain of heartbreak.

One of these days,
I may just decide to repay the favour,
For what you once were,
I am now,
And I will not cease in reminding you of it.

What I am now,
You shall be,
And you shall regret ever making me suffer as such,
For once you remember the pain I'm going through now,
You will regret the purpose of your existence.