The night clung to me Like a cold sweat Pressing my dress Against my skin Until the dampness of my panic Ran with my mascara I nestled my keys between my fingers Makeshift Freddy Krueger Lashing out at shadows As they slinked around my feet Fear sliding slowly along my face And wiped it away quickly So I could forget I was alone In the middle of the city At night Leering glares and catcalls Loitered doorways Tugging at my sleeves Twisting their claws in my hair Offering up glasses overflowing In broken promises And blatant lies As I tried to rush by Looking for a vacant streetlights To hover, fluttering near with paper wings So I could forget I was woman alone In the middle of the city At night
she was a vigilant child ignoring the thoughts of fantasy she lived without joy and dreams she knew there was no such thing as eternity her mother was ignorant overcome by a dreaming abyss it was a false ecstasy blinded by bliss she was careful to avoid making stupid mistakes hope was the enemy false dreams were sure to devastate to keep herself safe she was careful not to trust her heart had a shell and she let the lock rust she never let her guard down she was immune to things like love joy and dreams and happiness those things she was above her infatuation was a treasure covered in dust immune to sweetness she did what she must to block all emotion avoid all fears she grew up when she was young she shed no tears
An uncanny glare from a distance Where the crowd fell in eerie silence, Like the predator doing the huntsman’s dance Unfrightened of the inhuman penance.
Slowly, she sinked in with angst Hoping the wolves won’t jump her fence, Frantic, panicked she stole a glance Only to lose him, amongst the audience.
Searched for him in his wicked stance To guard herself, from his evil offence, Felt alone even in the middle of thousands Like she was trapped behind the stage curtains.
She's sensed evil, with the way a stranger stared at her. She found no one, to whom she could describe her fear. Even when she was surrounded by a huge crowded, she felt alone. She wondered, who would stop to help her if evil knocks at her door.
you don't talk to me . you talk at me . you talk just so you'll have someone who'll listen . and I always listen to you . I listen to you before you listen to me and you never listen to me . It's like I'm tuned into your channel and you're tuned into yourself . every single one of you only care about yourselves and it does not make any sense to me . how can someone constantly pay attention to you yet , you can only see details about yourself ? selfish , rapacious , parsimonious . different word , same meaning . different people , same reaction .
how come some of us are destined to be the ones who care while others are the ones who get cared for ? why am I forced to feel like when I'm talking but not a soul is listening ? in one ear and out the other or maybe it goes right over your head ? is it possible that every word I've spoken has been ignored because of lack of interest ? why is it that I'm always the one who fades into the background ? I'm the one who starts the story but never gets to finish . the one with so much to tell but no one to tell it to . the one who just wants to be heard but has already been muted .
I am mute .
This is something that been weighing heavily on my mind. "