I know I should feel at least a little bit of guilt,
but come on,
hair pulling?
Ya, I'm not the same,
you locked the real me away, not knowing this is my shame.
my hands grasp for nothing,
my heart races for the inept.
Now I'm falling,
and I don't really care whether or not I'm caught.
No, I'm not emo,
and no, I'm not goth.
I'm not sad,
not depressed,
just confused.
But now, sitting here doing what I do,
feeling the keys beneath my fingers,
I know for a fact that I don't want to get caught,
at least not by you.
My so-called friend,
my bff.
You turned and shunned me,
and took advantage of my kindness.
Now I'm back, and better than ever,
you rude remarks just slide off my shoulder.
Just listen to that!
Not a single word back!
Must be loosing your touch,
and I'm just getting mine back.
me soon to be!
 tinkr-tailr-sldr-spy · Wed Nov 14, 2007 @ 05:55am · 0 Comments |
