Will I ever prove that I exist? What do I exist as?
I may try and be a shadow to you trying to protect you from the scorching heat, but will I ever know that you're a night wanderer?
I may try to be the rainbow for the silver lining in your storm, but will I know that you constantly live in a drought?
I may even be a nightingale filling your ears with music divine, but when will you tell me that you are deaf? Deaf to my yearnings and my cries, and blind towards the tears that wouldn't come out of my eyes. Deaf to the rhythm my heart beats for you, And yet I keep making the music. I keep making the music.
I keep making the music, perhaps to prove that I exist. But what decides existence? Do I exist?
I exist in nostalgia, when people remember their first true loves. I exist in memoirs, of the greatest rivals they made. I exist as the guidelines, of the way they shouldn't live their lives. I exist in their sensations, illuminating how comforting a touch should be.
Yet I need to prove that I exist. Why?
It's clear now. I exist. And you do too, even if it is as a reader or critic of a this mere poem on this website. I know you're there.
I always want to say sorry, Even when it's not my fault. Because that's how it used to be, That I'm getting blamed for everything. So I'm sorry for being here at all.
I still try to do everything right. I have to prove I can, I just have to show that it wasn't always my fault. I have to prove them wrong, even if I'll never see them again. I just have to prove them wrong by proving my right. I just can't fail, like the failure they think I am.
Second chances, fresh piece Guilty of being nice, cruelty Knocks on the door proved How much I was ******* Celebrate death on the string You don’t have the guts now Later, regret you’ve done right Something special with you It’s labelled on your head You are different, let them **** Mosquitoes die with a slap Look yourself on the mirror Put your mind fixed on good Reel beef with the powerful Save a lot of time without pawns Move the queen and check mate Proceed to be the first to act Building a concrete base down Stay on the top later, haters fade
this tick minus that tock time me in an lesson bent back lesson turn me over spank me lessons of mine learn me time me from any me i claim to be
question me in between the lines watch my fingers be drawn as fists he walked an little closer to me excuse me miss that's what he said the truth on paper they couldn't read all these shapes have taught me it was the lines in between one could suppose then again what more could you do other than time me ?