I become
the more the world
falls on my shoulders.
The more modest
I become
I find myself
alone and forgotten
The tension
The feeling
Everything
I don't feel this,
that everything will be alright.
I don't see it that way,
with right and wrong.
I don't hear this,
this beat of the
drum within my thoughts
I wish I felt this way.
This is a crime. I am not meant to live this way, but I am at a loss. I feel very alone. Alone, in a sense, of friends more so than within myself. Where are they? Why must it be like this? I want to go back to where I was. I was content there. I just have to pull through until September. Until my birthday. After that, I can relax and take a 10 month vacation to Japan. Nice. It will be nice.
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