They say I am ill, That my future stands, still Too far out of reach Yet not close enough to feel
It's patience is no virtue It's silence is no gift, I will claw my way to find it just to find it doesn't exist.
They will watch with desperate eyes praying that through all the destruction and hatred I pass I will somehow survive the disguise of my past
It's soulless smile rips through my skin Destroying the layer of heaven I built Constricting my heart of the love I once felt
They say not to live in the past, or fret of the future but to stand in the present
But how can I stand when the past has shaken the ground I am on, & the future clouded my blue sky with grey?
I wrote this in a time when I honestly felt like I wasn't going anywhere and that somehow, no matter how much I tried, my past would always catch up to me. I hope you like it and that some of you can relate.. :))