You will be subject to your own
I can't speak in fear
That you won't understand
I push all of you away
Like a startled doe in winter snow
Running from this place to teach the fawn
How to escape
From everything that has yet to be
And all the things biting at their hooves
Now and forever in the past
And you can't forget
Lest you die
And you can't be free
Lest you forget
Because I've felt your words before
Sting me so bad
And yet I can't say that I
Don't feel so dead inside
When I slap myself
With these words and emotions
I've made on my own
And I reek of the stench
Of things left untold
Of things kept inside
Too afraid to even lie
I don't like these words
I don't like the way my smile fades
If I feel happy things
And think happy things
Will I be happy
Or just naive?
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