I've been exposed. Many have witnessed me, And more have noticed it. The ones I taught to use a spoon, Tie a lace, ride a bike, Arise from a fall. Those whom I've instructed On when to listen, When to question. They've acquiesed to the knowledge.
The colleagues I once cornered with In serious situations; When our decisions effected others' paths; Those who recognized my signature. They've acquiesed to the knowledge.
I meet less often with friends. I ask for less favours, and return fewer. I don't stand holding meaningful conversations, Sipping strong drinks. I wear a cap indoors sometimes (I once condemned this). But, here you have it. They've acquiesed.
I'm on my own now, Hoping my memories are real and are mine, And my ideas are new and genuine (I change my mind a lot). I seldom check the weather; I've cancelled my cable (and this is a milestone).
I've enroled in a new world order. Ask anyone you can find around here. I no longer run the world.
Constant fear of falling falling in falling out falling alone falling with no one to catch me falling just to fall once again feeling the pain of the pointless fall unable to speak up unable to stand up unable to show up stranded in a universe where gravity is much stronger than I will ever be Holding me down Keeping me grounded Keeping me humbled. Keeping my mindset programmed in a way so that I'll never feel enough so that I'll never fell your love Sabotage becomes self-care in a universe where I CAN'T GET UP Speaking so loud, that no one can hear me Thinking so fast, that no one can follow me Laying so still, that no one will stay with me CONSTANT FEAR OF FALLING
He lived down the street from us, And came to be known as, The man whose wife left him. We speculated and surmised. None but two knew the reason why He became The man whose wife left him.
He stopped cutting the grass And weeding the beds. He won’t play his uke On the porch like he did. From all accounts, He was a good Dad, None ever heard him Explete a foul word. He worked till retired, Never was fired. I'm told he lived a gentle life; Never started a fight, Or ran from strife. That's what I heard About the man whose wife left him. Left to his own devices, The man whose wife left him, Left.
Her shield, displayed, Shunned errant knights. The force field, impenetrable! She was armadilo-like, but No soft underbelly. No teddy bear arms. She endured a hard day. Me, a soft night. I strayed on my mini pad Till her light turned out. I lay on my side, Beside her, In another Romantic tale, In a galaxy, Far, far away.
i don't live in black and white i only see through faded gray lenses a clouded picture of what is reality
a forgettable moment here, a wasted opportunity there i am surrounded by moments of dulled memories
my emotions are at rest but they live in my head dragging me down day by day eventually i will stumble and fall and i do not know if i will get up again
i see the world through a polaroid camera where everything present is also the past things that are often memorable just slip through my purple hands
no one understands why i never had a chance to feel something, anything
i am treated like a nobody cause nobody wants to get to know me
do i come off as vile, hiding my pain and faking my smile? i'm giving it everything i got to be what people want it has led me nowhere except deserted roads where i'm greeted by that cold familiar friend the demon that lives within
there is a void from within my chest cause sacrificial love is dead
i have tried so many times but to no avail i cannot fill it up with friends no one cares enough to even give a flying f--k
this emptiness inside, it might just consume me whole the longer i go deprived, with no one at my side the stronger it gets, the harder it gets it feels like i'm merely trying to survive this hell we call earth