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Requiem |
Ever had that feeling?
Ever had that feeling?
what is this foggy clarity?
So many faces critisizing you
categorizing you so you have to go through the same thing they have to.
Truth splits the skies open
Sends true words as tokens of gratitude to the outspoken.
Have you ever had that feeling that you're tired of expectations?
Tired of them all expecting you
Rejecting you for the things you do
and if you do them wrong they all sing songs of tragedy
because to them, you're just another face to mold
it get's old but you're soul is sold
devils may cry
but they laugh at you're boldness
drink up the tears
drink the years and the bliss.
Piss on your dreams and never just listen.
And have you ever had that feeling that you just want to give up?
Feeling like shit because they judge you day and night
so much hating you
berating you.
Feeling like God forbade any happiness from you
because you can't do things the way they want you to do.
I feel like that every day
Though I try to stray from their eyes I can't sneak away.
Can't look away.
Walk away.
They have me in a trance
a dying, but neverending dance.
They tell me what to do.
That's what they expect from me.
I can't walk
I have to run
I can't slink
I have to prance.
I can't talk
I have to sing.
I can't do anything because the fruits I have to bring are too old and rotten compaired to the things they want me to bring. What they're seeing isn't even a real person. Just a ghostly palid being.
And if I frown I'm looked down at
Their dissapointement stings me.
The fact that they don't want anything less that what they see
it stings me.
They way they look at me
what do they see?
They can't see me
but they see her
It stings me.
Killing me.
Can't you feel it too?
Am I not like you?
Because its you that does these things too.
It's the little things you do.
The little looks you do.
The comments.
The suggestions.
The questions.
I can't escape your world
It's scaring me.
What is this foggy clarity?
Can you hear me?
And if you do can you spare me?
Do you feel
just like me?
Have
you
ever
had that feeling?
~CI
| On July 21st 2008 Calypso32 Said : | |
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Indeed, that feeling is all too common, and I can relate to this, your word choices are a wonderful mix of raw emotion and classic rhetoric. Nice.~L |


