Our timing is right,
but the day is old.
Why can't I dream?
Why can't I scream?
It's all inside,
In the middle, all alone.
Hiding for it's fear
of the outside world.
Showing through massive eyes,
to those around that
smile bleakly and stare.
That if you wish to talk,
I might decide to stop and stay awhile.
Our timing is off,
but the night is still young.
Why can't I breathe?
Why do I drown.
Masks and faces,
the difference is fleeting.
Though you may not notice,
because you are blind.
That those around,
polluted but free.
Go on everyday,
Just the same.
L.MacNevin
Author notes
my take on someone I liked who wasn't at all like me with a different social standard also about other things as well.
Written July 22nd, 2003
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I felt like I was in the middle of your mind feeling that I want to scream.Good write -
well done
very expressive, and very true to alot of people, well done, great write. -
Nice, i like it. you did a great job. thanks for the share and keep up the good work.
Thanks for the comment on my poem,
Chea
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