Post by TigRRess on Aug 20, 2010 19:57:02 GMT -5
Hidden
I feel as if I have been turned away from.
I'm just a thing now, no longer any good...
But that's wrong...I must keep thinking that...I will keep thinking that.
Even when I'm doubted, questioned, accused for one thing or another.
I will not let it bring me down...
What a lie...I can't tell myself that...and believe it.
It will tear at me...it will break me...until there's nothing that can be done.
I'll be a shattered mess of nothing...unnoticed.
I must try though...even a small attempt, enough to hide.
You know better than anyone that I can hide.
I've done it for who knows how long...
I can't let myself show...I get hurt when I do...
...Though, I'm not sure who exactly I am...I'm never the same.
All i know is things that I kept.
I know how unobservant I am...I know i'm forgetful...
I know I'm easily distracted from everything...
I know how dumb I can be...but has anyone ever thought about it?
I noticed...now. Why am I those things?
Maybe I don't want to see everything, i'll block it out.
Maybe I don't want to remember...i'll get rid of the thoughts.
Maybe I don't want to face reality, so I take any way I can to get out...
I guess my mind is like an impossible game...
You try to understand it, but you can't always see the meaning.
I change the rules, I make it to where no one can win...
I lock my game away, in fear someone will figure it out...and win.
No, I can't let it go, no, I won't let you try to understand...
I cannot let myself be seen...
So behind my mask, i'll remain...
(Eh, don't judge me. I had a moment.)
I feel as if I have been turned away from.
I'm just a thing now, no longer any good...
But that's wrong...I must keep thinking that...I will keep thinking that.
Even when I'm doubted, questioned, accused for one thing or another.
I will not let it bring me down...
What a lie...I can't tell myself that...and believe it.
It will tear at me...it will break me...until there's nothing that can be done.
I'll be a shattered mess of nothing...unnoticed.
I must try though...even a small attempt, enough to hide.
You know better than anyone that I can hide.
I've done it for who knows how long...
I can't let myself show...I get hurt when I do...
...Though, I'm not sure who exactly I am...I'm never the same.
All i know is things that I kept.
I know how unobservant I am...I know i'm forgetful...
I know I'm easily distracted from everything...
I know how dumb I can be...but has anyone ever thought about it?
I noticed...now. Why am I those things?
Maybe I don't want to see everything, i'll block it out.
Maybe I don't want to remember...i'll get rid of the thoughts.
Maybe I don't want to face reality, so I take any way I can to get out...
I guess my mind is like an impossible game...
You try to understand it, but you can't always see the meaning.
I change the rules, I make it to where no one can win...
I lock my game away, in fear someone will figure it out...and win.
No, I can't let it go, no, I won't let you try to understand...
I cannot let myself be seen...
So behind my mask, i'll remain...
(Eh, don't judge me. I had a moment.)
