by redabashedenigma Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:38 pmnot really sure what i'm going to really call it yet but yea.....
Always Vicariously Pretending Dontchyaknow
That ghost,
The one in the back of my head,
It tells me,
“You’re not worth anything, I dread”
Day after day,
The throbbing persists.
It tells me my biggest fears,
It’s a cancerous cyst.
Sometimes I wonder,
If you think I’m stupid.
Putting thoughts in my head,
Making it seem there could be a Cupid.
I wonder if you, too,
Think I’m insane.
You ask me questions,
And tell me I’m to blame.
“Go for it”
Says my heart,
“No, it can’t happen”
Says my head.
I long to be worthy
Of the purest Love,
But of course I’ll fall short
Of the Judgment above.
I try to blend in,
Like I am supposed to fit
But I stick out at best,
What a sick skit.
I feel driven
To get oh so close,
But I drive everyone away
And let my life decompose.
I continually live with these feelings,
And so many more weigh,
I am at a loss of words,
oh happy day.
Always Vicariously Pretending Dontchyaknow
That ghost,
The one in the back of my head,
It tells me,
“You’re not worth anything, I dread”
Day after day,
The throbbing persists.
It tells me my biggest fears,
It’s a cancerous cyst.
Sometimes I wonder,
If you think I’m stupid.
Putting thoughts in my head,
Making it seem there could be a Cupid.
I wonder if you, too,
Think I’m insane.
You ask me questions,
And tell me I’m to blame.
“Go for it”
Says my heart,
“No, it can’t happen”
Says my head.
I long to be worthy
Of the purest Love,
But of course I’ll fall short
Of the Judgment above.
I try to blend in,
Like I am supposed to fit
But I stick out at best,
What a sick skit.
I feel driven
To get oh so close,
But I drive everyone away
And let my life decompose.
I continually live with these feelings,
And so many more weigh,
I am at a loss of words,
oh happy day.
