So many damaged people
Why are we so hurt
Ruined
Rained on?
We joke about dark, crude things
So we feel better
But it makes us feel worse about ourselves-
Guilty
*****
Unloved-
Because really all of this is a pleading,
A cry of the soul
For love.
See me
Do you know who I am?
No,
Because I wear a mask.
Like an XBOX avatar
You see the me that I put on
But not my soul.
Now we see through dark glass
Then, face to face.
See my mien,
See me,
And I'll be appreciated and loved
Or abandoned.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
So many damaged people
Why are we so hurt
Ruined
Rained on?
We joke about dark, crude things
So we feel better
But it makes us feel worse about ourselves-
Guilty
*****
Unloved-
Because really all of this is a pleading,
A cry of the soul
For love.
See me
Do you know who I am?
No,
Because I wear a mask.
Like an XBOX avatar
You see the me that I put on
But not my soul.
Now we see through dark glass
Then, face to face.
See my mien,
See me,
And I'll be appreciated and loved
Or abandoned.