When we are alone
Just you and I
I stare at you, I can't deny
You don't see it
I hide it well
Avoiding your eyes makes it hell
One day you'll catch me under your spell
The moment our eyes meet
you'll be able to tell
Just how powerful you've casted your beautiful spell
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
I learn from the feelings you express in hopes that you'll be impressed
To put a smile on your face that has been oppressed
Maybe thats creepy, maybe im a pest
You're like a puzzle, im trying to fill in the rest
I may not have the piece of your heart, and it may never be solved
Just think you should know, your puzzle isn't broken at all
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
Don't be sorry, it's ok i'm here.
You don't believe it, that line makes you quiver in fear.
The start of the process, a rehearsal that never ends well.
Questioning your worth disgusted with yourself.
You don't want to play the part, just to mess it up.
The play is set, not this again
You think you're weak and selfish, making you feel worthless.
Perhaps if you were a stronger woman, your life would be worth it.
Feeling like everyone is ok if they don't know you question your purpose.
That the part you feel so doomed to play, is simply not important to portray.
Someone tells you that they've been watching your rehearsals.
"I have faith in your performance, I hope you do too."
This can't be? It's too good to be true.
You run off the stage behind a curtain afraid of judgement. You have a new fan waiting for your theatrical performance. yet, you still feel that your life can't possibly be worth it, thinking your opening act will ruin the performance.
You forget that they became your fan backstage. Watching you become the person you are today. Each rehearsal growing closer to the time you finally stepped on this very stage.
You wonder how much truth is held in that fans words.
It's ok, they fearthe ending too.
It seems an act like this always ends in an abyss. Perhaps if we didn't mess up our lines, it wouldn't always end like this.
You know the feeling?
This cant be true, why are you disappearing so soon.
You need time and that's ok, a little more time perfect your lines.
I just hope that perhaps we can open that curtain someday.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
You tell me not to worry but I still do
You think youre not important, but you are too
You have a voice just like me
Dont be afraid to share it with me
I know when you're down, but I don't say much
I'm afraid I'll push you away if I care too much
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
When you feel like you matter to no one, you become irrational.
People think your crazy because they dont understand the pain you feel.
You see your friends going out, but youre never invited, when you say something you're outta luck
They say "You're overreacting", maybe I should **** it up
It wouldn't be overreacting if they knew how it felt.
But instead Im the crazy friend who needs help.
Im the toxic friend and I need help, but instead I've damaged those that can't understand what I felt.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC