| The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry | ||||||||||
| Cirque d'enfer The last in line With insecure eyes Staring at something that isn�t there Just to keep from crying Just to avoid your eyes The sad clowns can tell Something is wrong And they laugh at me But inside they�re the same I know they hurt just as I I know somewhere someone�s laughing at them too The world will judge them As they judge me as I judge them Unforgiving pain On this stage We�re all circus freaks Torn apart by the looks we get Acting as if everything�s okay Aching to be accepted So many sacrifice themselves to fit in So many fall trying to stay high Seems unthinkable That we could fly with our own wings When everyone else seems stronger So where will I go tonight? Anywhere but here Any place but home As long as I�m alone Somewhere where the rides are free Somewhere where people don�t laugh at me |
Alone I�m lying in a bed that�s not mine but I�m fine The tears on the pillow must be someone else�s because I don�t remember crying Standing in a crowd but everyone sees through me and I struggle to keep up as everybody moves along I guess they didn�t hear me when I asked where we were going I�ll fix my own dinner tonight my parents aren�t home maybe they mentioned where they were going and I just forgot maybe there was a note and it got lost maybe they will be home soon In the corner in the dark not dancing not laughing just waiting for the party to be over avoiding attention wondering why I even came Wherever I am I�m always alone |
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| With Eyes Closed Thin white lines in my skin turning red they begin to bleed again I�m not sure if I�m dying or it�s a dream I will only know if I ever wake up |
Bitter Pill In a faded photograph she waits In a bitter pill I escape Yesterday is 20 years ago Tomorrow is uncertain Love is in the burn Love is in the cut Love is in the tear Love is in the way I shout your name when it rains Love is uncertain Hate is so much easier But I love you anyway |
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