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.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
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.
