I used to think I was
Thought nothing would ever touch me
Could ever
Yet once I awoke I found this was not the case
Seemingly everything got me
I used to think I would always be
Thinking that such thought would never plague me
Could never
Yet I found the more time passed
The more those thoughts hit me
I liked to think that I was
For the sake of me, for us
Impervious was a trait I had to hold
Without it, I'd be a mess
Over time I became Impervious
People words couldnt touch me
They held no meaning
Why do your words hit me?
How do they cut me through chainmail will?
I am Impervious, I am Imperfect, I am Impure, I am Ignorant
Simply I, me
Am Impervious to the way of this world
All but to you, who solely holds my strings
I used to think I was Impervious
Now im not so sure...
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
I used to think I was
Thought nothing would ever touch me
Could ever
Yet once I awoke I found this was not the case
Seemingly everything got me
I used to think I would always be
Thinking that such thought would never plague me
Could never
Yet I found the more time passed
The more those thoughts hit me
I liked to think that I was
For the sake of me, for us
Impervious was a trait I had to hold
Without it, I'd be a mess
Over time I became Impervious
People words couldnt touch me
They held no meaning
Why do your words hit me?
How do they cut me through chainmail will?
I am Impervious, I am Imperfect, I am Impure, I am Ignorant
Simply I, me
Am Impervious to the way of this world
All but to you, who solely holds my strings
I used to think I was Impervious
Now im not so sure...
Thought spillage, clean up on isle your timeline, sorry you had to sit there and read this babble
