Today
By VagrantGypsy
Dead, That's what I’ll pretend to be today Just so someone will look at me, To make sure I have a pulse, But I don’t want them to. Lie, That's what I’ll do today About how much I don’t want people to care But sincere when I get scared away from those that do. So today, I’ll fade in and out of a daze, Remembering the past, damning the future, and being woken by my present situations Which I refuse to focus on; Glazing over my eyes and mind so I can disappear into my own chaotic world, A place possibly worse from where I left. So I can only wonder why I let myself be tortured, Maybe because I can smudge the oil paints in my mind, and Somehow pretend the surreal ness of the images in my head are fake Because you can wash away paint, but not the faces in front of you... Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 02:09 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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