death becomes her

don't get me wrong               i know what i am down to the depths of my bones i            am                  nothing sitting here and waiting for something lost soul,                                    desperate seeker                                   i am a puppet                               an illusionist                                 i hide behind silly jokes       and happy smiles                 inside i feel my heart                                     getting ready to run tainted follower,                                        cheerful robot   none too soon can i become perfection                     but i would have nothing to strive for       i want it all                       but can't handle    half      of it. reluctant winner,                                        terrified loser             i want th  e              world to be sitting in my palm                                     quietly controlling the masses             i want to kick in the heads of stupid                               and oppress those who have done so to me viscious villan,                                            passive saviour can i offer you some tea and crumpets,             disguising bitter hard liquor and marijuana induced treats       can i offer you a release that's quick, scaredy cat,                 run away mama told me, beggers can't be choosers                             so i guess i'll give this life a try but is it better to live my life as nothing,                                         or as something, quietly die. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 06:43 PM PST, melissa upfold   18 • 0 • 10