This is why statues cry...

Hating where I come from Loathing where I am To engrossed in selfishness to know where I'm going or what I'm doing Having no patience for myself or anyone else Losing control,when I never even had it Here I go again on this carousel ride of a life time Too afraid to look back and refusing to open my eyes Wish I could explain it to someone and make them see me when I look this way I feel so stale Brittle and rough Breaking apart and crumbling at the smallest amount of pressure So this is me No wonder they all hate what they see Sometimes I wonder what that is but I guess it doesn't matter I can feel the little girl dieing Silently shes slipping away And it's her silence that scare me the most I always thought she'd go down screaming clawing her way to the top But there she goes Fading away into the blackness Motionless hands clasped in fists stuck to her sides Goodbye goodbye dear child goodbye I never thought I'd let her die with out a fight But all I can do is remain motionless and watch her suffocate This is why statues cry 'Cuz selfish people lose their way and burn everything they once believed inI was kind of in a daze when I wrote this because I can't even remember doing it, i just felt like posting it. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 01:54 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10