Perhaps I'm encased in a box
made out of two-way glass.
A biased one-way mirror...
Mutual vision doesn't meet nor pass.
When you look at me,
you only see,
yourself for all that you care...
Me? Just a faint suggestion that I'm even there.
   Maybe that's why...
      you ask about my life,
      about my strife.
      When I'm about to unload my
      head,
      I end up having to hear about yours
      instead.

Perhaps at times I travel around
in a bubble of frosted glass.
Only a blurred version of me...
Clumsily ploughing through the mass.
Incoherent, misunderstood and unclear.
Unintelligible muffles of hopes and fear.
   Maybe that's why...
      My words are just perceived as
      playful rhymes.
      Never keeping up with the times.
      Words regurgitated but no one
      realises what's coming undone...

Perhaps what I need
is an armour of bulletproof glass.
One of unique quality...
One ahead of its class.
You can do and say what you want.
A shell that would bear most of the brunt.
     I'll be impervious.
          I'll be protected.
               I can be indifferent.
                    I can be jaded.
   Maybe that's all I need...
           A shocking stunt.
                 A fresh perspective.
                      A new plan.
                           Revised objectives.
   Maybe a different name to start all
   over...
      To tie the binds and thoughts that
      scatter...
      Hoping of holding everything
      together...

Come morning, all will be
      forgotten...
Maybe I'd still be beaten.

   So for a chance that's,
     fat as hell
           or
     thin just a sliver...
Truth is of the three, I have neither...
So...

    *what I've said doesn't really matter.

the lane is ending
the chaotic plain which i've wandered
calloused feet
bloodied and scabbed
have at last reached
the fields of your keep
the dense forest of your surrounding arms
greet me with every piece of earth
plastered to my feet
easing the ice
easing
eased
at last
i have found peace

drowned in the water
of forgotten lands
where the sails begin to fade
set ablaze by the burnt sun
again the ice remains
to earth -
flee
for it is the fire i wish to escape
the cutting wind caught
on water of gasoline
to earth -
i claim myself
free from ice
the winter long forgotten

"How are you?"
"How have you been?"
Do they want the truth?
Do they want the honest answer
Do they want me to spout out that my life isn't just filled with peaches and cream right now?
Or do they want me to pretend that even though **** happens that it's all hunky dory in my world
Can they truly handle the truth
Can't they see that they are lucky that I'm out of bed and dressed before noon
Why can't they just pretend like they didn't just see me and walk away
It would make pretending a whole lot easier

*"How are you?"
"How have you been?"
Do you want the short answer?
Do you want the easy answer?
Or do you want the honest answer?
The short answer will put you on your merry little way and no other questions will be asked
The easy answer will give you little insight of what is really happening in my life but it's not like you care to know anyways.
The honest answer might be too much for you at this moment just remember you asked for it.
"How are you?"
"How have you been?"
The inside of my cheek bleeds as I hold back all the pain I want to share with you
You'll never see me the same way again if I tell you how I've really been
I'll give you the easy answer just so you can leave me alone.


"How are you?"
"How have you been?"
Take a seat and I'll tell you about how my own mind has tried to **** me
How it's a struggle to answer your questions everyday
I'll tell you how my own mind becomes its own hamster wheel that I can never escape

"How are you?"
"How have you been?"
Let me explain to you how my mind will rationalize and pretend that creating its own physical pain
Like it’s the only answer to all of my problems.
Let me explain to you how my mind will taste the air around me and obsess over the cravings it creates

"How are you?"
"How have you been?"
Do you want the short answer?  
Do you want the easy answer?
Do you want the honest answer?