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motivation? I have none
yet so much has to be done
I've got my whole life ahead of me
just have to surpass this one moment to be free
free, at least until another day
when I have lots more work and no play
i see my sock covered feet
that mean so much more than's shown
moving along to the beat
as if they have a mind of their own

fiddling around
or bouncing to the beat
without so much as a sound


when the rest of me is still
my feet give away my restless interior
the small part of me no one can ever ****
my feet are it's portal to the exterior
they say I'm clingy. tell me something I don't already know.
maybe it's because of all the times I've missed out
because I wasn't there at the right moment.
or maybe because if I'm not around them,
I have nowhere to be.
and I hate that.
people are constantly with their friends, yet
they are never called clingy because they're friends
so then how can I achieve this friend status?
it's said that when you're around people a lot,
they're more likely to unconsciously like you.
but where's the line between that and clinginess?
tell me that. it's something I don't know.
you hear the whisper in your ear
the chills run up and down your spine
this simple thing invoking fear
such a feeling you cannot define

when it truly surfaces, the fright
is when some senses are impaired
muffled sounds in the darkness of the night
is when you'll be really, truly scared
i wonder what would happen
if i said this one thing now
i'm terrified but also
wondering how it would end

in a burst of energy
i let everything spill out

it feels great

momentarily

until reality hits
i realize what i have said

i'm aware of what they'll say
but now worry what they'll think
and if they'll let it show or
leave me in the dark forever
i wonder* how many times
i cross the mind of another
they cross mine all the time
the main character of my dreams

i wonder if they ever think of me
or if the care is on a one way road
a road that only leads to one place
to an indescribable feeling
of emptiness and loneliness

and not because i never see them again
but because i will never see them the same way

and when this main character
becomes fundamentally different
the story must change too
it's inevitable

and no matter how hard i try
i would never be able to return
to return to the same dreams
and so although

i wonder about the truth
i also wonder if
i want to know it
and if i can handle it

but
i can only wonder
i'm going crazy
this much is true
life's so strange
i don't know what to do

mood swinging
up, down, left, right
everything's so surreal
need help? i think i might

this never-ending roller coaster
called life
is not so thrilling anymore
i need to come down from the high sky,
emerge from my fantasies and live life,
but it's so terribly difficult. why?

i feel high all the time,
as if nothing is real
perhaps it's not real...

i can see my whole life falling,
falling, falling, falling to ****,
but still, in my clouded mind,
i can do nothing to stop it all.

it takes time. time to sober up.
but how can i become sober,
when i was never truly high
to begin with? it's all in my head
and how much time do i have?

*one can go up for eternity,
but there's only so far you can fall.
lies
fake words
that
you wish were true

deception
bending the truth
with
ulterior motives

fibbing
small lies you say
to
help your life

truth
said most often
but
never noticed

*the truth is always present
the lies are just more prominent
noticed more widely
cared about more greatly
I'm just a normal person,
or so another may think.
If only they could see in my mind,
oh, how my normalacy would shrink.
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