Not only did I not write this for you, but I wrote it for myself. I figured it was about time I started thinking for myself. You can spend your whole life trying to please other people, until you realise the only person who has to live with those decisions, those choices, compromises and sacrifices is yourself. So this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. This is where it starts.
Thursday, 26 May 2011
The Right One
And I feel like breaking our silence just to let you know - someone is finally appreciating me, in all the ways you never did.
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
so be
And sometimes you need someone to say its okay,
before you start to believe it is.
Someone to pat you on the back,
give you the thumbs up,
for you to believe in yourself.
I still don't feel it.
I know you tell me I'm good,
but I still don't believe it.
I'm just pouring the words out,
straight from my mind and onto the page.
All the ones i tried, but failed to suffocate.
And I tried, but failed, to replicate
All the ways you made yourself at home on your page.
And I tried, but failed,
to stop myself from feeling the envy.
I wonder if people feel for me how I feel about them.
So caught in my mind its all I can talk about,
how I feel.
I think more than I think i think.
I thought about what I felt and it didn't make sense.
I think more than you think I think.
I felt about and stumbled on to you,
and it made perfect sense.
I'm just babbling,
I've felt such an urge to write.
Such an urge to speak out loud
but this is the only way I might.
And when I take flight it seems no one will be there to catch me,
bar myself,
thats the way it should be.
How many times did you tell yourself not to love me?
I wonder if it was enough to stop the envy.
I wonder if people think the way I think.
If only you could hop, skip and jump,
if only for a moment
into other minds.
I wonder if you'd find them as tiring as you found your own..
If you'd swap their problems back for yours,
after all,
they are your home.
After all,
there's nowhere else to go.
Make your bed, and lie in it.
You'll always be alone
in your own mind.
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