People say alot of things
Like
It will get better
Things will ease up
Your strong and you'll get through it
I refer to myself as a painting
Old, cracked, that nobody's spares
A second of their time to see what is
Truly underneath
I try to see where they are coming from
As they tell me their lies
"You're Beatiful "
"Don't change "
"Your not fat, your fluffy"
But I can hear the subliminal messages
"Try a little makeup"
"Improve your self"
"I hear veggies trim the waist"
I can see their eyes trying to
Cover the harsh truth they wanna tell me
But I listen
But I listen
I tried a few if those things
Didn't work at all
My friends come to me w/ their problems
But I listen
Everyday is some new issue that my
Ears have to endure so I can tell
Myself I do have friends that will do the same
But they don't listen
But they don't listen
My eardrums could explode from the
Quantity of problems I can't voice on my own
But I listen
I would take a bullet for them, while I try to
Pretend everyday they would do the same
My heart hangs like a dead body
In the gallows, the handman counting
Another mark to his body count
But it hangs in the noose that chokes me
From saying anything
They can say all they want to me
But it hard to talk when not only your
Body but mind is dead
The lonesome cry of failure
Haunts my mind as I try to
Change for everybody
Anybody
But I listen
My oxygen supply is cut low from all the
Thoughts that drown me at the night
Trying to figure stuff out
But no solution works
No piece of the puzzle fits
The imaginary friends I had tell
Me things I can't bear to hear
That starving would work
Or layers of foundation will help
Or go out and buy a new personality
But I ignore them with all my strength
Because I know someday an original is
Worth more than a copy
I know I can be my own soul
And not have to take cruel letters
That form together
If you think about cruel words are just alot
Of meaningless letters
So **** the alphebet
This is how it will be from now on
With my new found strength
Worthwhile.
