Title: Weep Author: supineplath
I'm such an absolute lunatic, one stupid night will leave me sick sick because I'm wanting more, and thinking that its something. one stupid night will make me tick, I sit and think about how I am sick, how immature and naive I have become, but am I? I've seen things you haven't wanted to, and felt things too... so whats so different between me and you? I'm not quite sure, I think its an opposite problem. I don't understand whats normal, but I understand the abstract perfectly. thats my problem in life, I can't think straight. about anything. never. I'll never understand things the same way as everyone else. Why can't I stay a mystery? That is what I want. I spill myself out to every living soul, let them in, let them dwell, leaving myself an open door for anyone to step in. Its beautiful in a way, because they always feel at home, but can't I just be beautiful, and no let anyone know? A stranger could tell you 50 facts about me I assure you that. In a dream I once said, isn't it beautiful to not say anything, to be a secret? Well I wish I could live this out. I feel that I'll forever be alone. I tell everyone everything, so no one feels special. They all know the same things, no one knows no less. Its a shame. I just love spilling everything about me. Its such a problem. I have to ask myself on a daily basis, what the hell am I doing. and I never have an answer. Comments on "Weep"
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