She says it wont be long
Till we see the sunny days again
But I was still hoping
That I could live them out with you

Screaming that you are happy
Doesnt make it true

It makes me want to be as violent as he
Hearing your false reassurances
Always having me make all the first moves
I want to to tear everything away
But I cant
Because that's not "me" anymore
The "me" now is refusing to let go
And you are
Refusing to let me know
What it is you want me to do

You build me a tower of hope
And then proceed to knock it down
While telling me not to worry about it
Now all I can do is beam a smile through the despair while clutching at the remnants of my dreams

"Did you actually write about squids?"
They ask
Not bothering to read the rest
Perhaps it was because
The language in which is was written
Was beyond their current comprehension
Or rather
They dont care to change their impression of me by reading a sad poem with a joking overlay

I wish the music would follow me out of my room
Trailing after my footsteps
Bringing me continued serenity
Filling the pit that would otherwise be a silent void

"Dont shoot the messenger"
Even if this messenger were to be unknowingly spouting lies
Or giving unwanted information
I beg of you not to shame them
The intentions are only of good
Undertoned with worries of accidental betrayal