The Facade
Journeys riddled with incessant pain
Yet the scars never show
brought to my knees in agony
Yet they remain unscraped
Maybe there is no pain
This was a waste
......
I'm tired,
Exhausted of apologizing
To everyone for everything I've done
And sometimes for things that I've not,
For all my stupid decisions and actions,
For doing something that I'm not even guilty of,
But your ego demands my apology,
So here it is...
Forgive me for being myself
Forgive me for prioritizing myself over you
......
It's so much easier to pretend it isn't true
There's no way I could do that
I don't have that sort of desire
But as much as it hurts me I can't imagine how it hurts you
The evil inside of me was great even then
You'd think I was too young
I couldn't think that
But it's awful and I'm hardly taking it in
......
The grass, not greener on the distant side, yet it gleams,
The hare treads, nibbles, undisturbed it seems,
Why do his steps not leave their mark?
Untrampled, untouched, in this tranquil park,
It accepts, it embraces, it quietly endures,
The hare's presence, its essence, it secures.
Here where I reside, the grass bears the weight,
I'm the hare, whose fate's a different state,
They hide and shield, no signs of disdain,
......
Dear future love of my life,
I’m sorry in advance.
“What for?” You may ask
To that I say, everything
Every bruise,
inside and out
The ones from simply bumping into walls
and the ones from poorly raised lovers
Every scar
The cuts I will cover with the sleeves of my dress
......
The Facade
Journeys riddled with incessant pain
Yet the scars never show
brought to my knees in agony
Yet they remain unscraped
Maybe there is no pain
This was a waste
......
With apology to T.S. Eliot
I arrived where I longed for
nothing new did I see
it seemed such a waste of time
I scored no victory-
my steps I retraced immediately
to turn back to the beginning
it was no longer there:
......
Dear future love of my life,
I’m sorry in advance.
“What for?” You may ask
To that I say, everything
Every bruise,
inside and out
The ones from simply bumping into walls
and the ones from poorly raised lovers
Every scar
The cuts I will cover with the sleeves of my dress
......
It's so much easier to pretend it isn't true
There's no way I could do that
I don't have that sort of desire
But as much as it hurts me I can't imagine how it hurts you
The evil inside of me was great even then
You'd think I was too young
I couldn't think that
But it's awful and I'm hardly taking it in
......
The grass, not greener on the distant side, yet it gleams,
The hare treads, nibbles, undisturbed it seems,
Why do his steps not leave their mark?
Untrampled, untouched, in this tranquil park,
It accepts, it embraces, it quietly endures,
The hare's presence, its essence, it secures.
Here where I reside, the grass bears the weight,
I'm the hare, whose fate's a different state,
They hide and shield, no signs of disdain,
......