~~~

knowing your joys,
           seeing your smiles,
                   God, i am happiest!

knowing your pain,
                why do i feel them all?
                             why do i hurt the more?

~~~

Sally

   Copyright 2014
                     Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

I feel like there's a second layer
forming under my skin,
From all the words unsaid,
I bet you'd drown if I let you in.

You're tired, you say,
You don't want to learn how to swim,
So you're skimming over dead cells,
Meanings that have turned into antonyms.

Day after day the superficial layer
It's getting thinner,
What you were once acquainted with
are now the cells of a stranger.

'Cause suddenly they're all seeping
into my blood stream,
Words like bricks that form a barrier,
Talking from behind a filter screen.

I'm only sorry for one thing,
That is my pale secrets greeting the sunlight,
Till I found them in your shadows,
And you got used to silence overnight.

I wish I could lend you my skin for a day,
Like an open letter for you to read,
But I fear one word said too much,
Would make a frail vein bleed.

Now you don't recognize my hand anymore,
So I don't need yours then,
Lying to you has already become
Very much like a second skin.

I am a prisoner within my own mind
trapped between understanding the differences
in the definitions of sanity and being insane.

Words mankind created
but who decided what is truly
right or wrong
sane or insane
crazy and normal.

Your crazy and sane could be my normal
my normal could be your crazy and insane.
Who decided that even should be a normal
in a complex world of circumstances.

Paint it, craft it
Invent it as if
Pretend the interior
Doesn't actually exist
Create a back drop
Of reason and rhyme
Initiate aesthetics
Present it sublime
Imagine a new world
Where circles entwine
Let it originate
From your own mind

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