| Wasted Life, Lost Dreams |
| I see someone walking to me. I put on a smile, and wave, Because that's what's expected of me. To be happy, and have no trouble at all. To give strength through others through my own joy. To have the perfect joy, all because I seem to have no hardships. I hide my pain, because that's what they expect. I hide my urges, because that's what I feel is right. I hide my face, because it pains me to be seen like this. I hide everything inside, and slowly die of the pain. I take in all that I can, and I listen to the pain of others, And I make then feel better, and make myself feel fine, for a short while, Then the pain comes back, like a wave of hurt, it rams into me. Worse than before, much, much worse, like a wave of fire, it burns. So I push, and shove everything away, And those who know me, look from the side with pained faces. And I look back at them, and disregard them. They are irrelevant. They re useless, only because I don't want to hurt them. So I try to push them away, and try to make them hate me. So that I won't have them missing me when I'm gone. But they try to latch back to me, try to find out what's wrong. I feel the despair they have, and I take it. I suddenly find myself alone, lost, and worthless. Why? Why did I think I could do this alone? All because I didn't want them hurt, well what about me? Am I supposed to be hurt? Am I? |