Why am I, and content to always be, what I am not? Why do I change myself constantly? I've changed so many times that something somewhere has become twisted... knotted up. I've changed myself for people, but people stay the same. I once had someone tell me that I care
It's hard for me to determine the difference between my wants and needs. sometimes I want something so bad, I feel as if I need it. The only way I can come to realize I don't need it is the fact that I really don't need anything, other than of
I often wonder if its possible to be two people at once
no lies or secret identities, nothing of that sort
But having two distinct personalities at once inside
It doesn't seem that in the grand scheme of things
Sometimes I wonder why I care so much about someone who will never care about me. I gave him everything, fighting till the end. But for some odd reason he just didn’t understand how much he meant to me. He broke my heart countless times. Then he came back to mend his dirty work. Me being the fool I took his word for it.
An angel kissed my tears away today when I was sad
I wasn’t feeling quite myself; my day had been so bad
I felt a warmth brush by me that quickly dried my tears
A gentle kind and loving touch, which seemed to hold me near
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.
I press fast forward, you press rewind. Sometimes the past can’t be left behind. Discovering new obstacles each day. Most of the time, you are in the way. I want a new beginning, a fresh slate. I realize we all have made a mistake. Your mistake is unbearable, using me so.