Wasted on you are all the glories Of a world you can only see In monochrome and silent film The lights are dull and weary
In greyscale you wander on The blue sky goes unseen Or unnoticed by your tired eyes Head down you walk uneasy
Even your smile is a ghost Never quite reaching your eyes Vanishing as soon as they Stop looking and you huddle inside
Your fragile shell and a mind So worn down and tired I hear every laughing word And I know you are a liar
Or if not a wasted talent The greatest actress alive You can never break the glass But keep pretending to be fine
Immaculately dressed just so No-one will give you a second glance You are so scared of everything You won't give life a chance.
I spent most of Friday writing and this came to me - if I could see myself from the outside, step out of my body, then this is what I would notice and want to say to myself.