Looking at my world through someone else’s eyes, it’s what you see me as. It’s your perspective of me and the world you find me in. but it’s not me… it’s a juxtaposition of angles, differentiation of light and nostalgia. It’s me in contrast to my surroundings.
Day in and day out we become strangers living in the shadows, unknown to each other. We’re fighting to stay relevant in an inadequate world. We stand on the side-lines to see it all fall apart.
My needs you can’t satisfy, let’s not play this all too familiar game of blame. We overcompensate to keep our heads high in the torrential rain. This world of lies we’ve created will kill us from within. Disregard the good because the bad out-weighs it all.
Back then I was naïve. I still am… and if I stay I’ll forever wonder what could have been. The ‘what-if’s’ will loop in my mind and I will forever be naïve.
My heart is on your sleeve… it’s yours… to do with as you please…
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