The night warped emotions
setting me back to my mind
in pieces of the riddle
I never understood
but sang the tune and danced their dance
only to realize, I was the puppet
the fool.
The giddy smile
a little school girl
and I can't wait to go back
where the teachers don't teach
but chatter to the ears of knowns
what am I, what are we
the lonely faces of moving
we don't belong
so take me away.
Again I will dance
to the beat of bittersweet
outside in the dreams of reborn
swiftly sifting natures seduction
that could strive on stress
the inner emotions of soon to be dead
just string me up once more
and play me, I beg you.
I want to know how it feels, how it is
to be normal, to be accepted
in the abnormal secrecy
the way they talk, walk, and breathe
being kept under the treasure chest
in between the lies of telling us
we're just their want to bes.
But truth be known
I don't want to be you
I want to be me
rather a skimmed idea upon the creek
than the creek itself
with your filthy disposals from runoff
that you would say was gold
and be it so, let me be poor.
Yet I'm rich in the pain
suppressed visions that now flutter
of where I laid to your mercy
crying away ideas, your taunts
bleeding away the ruins, my ugliness
so you could be happy I'm dead
but failure exists to be your joke
so please, go ahead and laugh
enjoy the scars of soon to be
deprivation
when you thirst again.
Can you even feel it
creeping upon the coldness
you live and desire for
as your soul reflects black
in the petals of purity that everyone awed in
because to them, you are beauty.
To be just another picked scab
I hope I can fill your bucket
be your pleasure
so no one else signs their name in pity;
I'll always find a way in my make believe heart
so foreign and fake in your eyes
where I can be the escape
that I'm dying for.
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