I'm full of contradictions
I'm changing, that's me
I'm still the child with crayons,
Innocent, age three
That you won't look at
You won't see
I'm a walking paradox
Bipolar, yes, that's me
I haven't been perfect,
Like you'd rather have me
You don't understand,
Or know me
I'm everything, at once
Dependent on you
I thought I could be happy
And be free
But that's unreal
And untrue
I'm nothing, in your eyes
That look of yours said all
There was to say
I'm still the child with crayons
To this day
A ghost that you can't see
That won't go away
Will you never open your eyes?
Will you never open your heart?
Will you stay a stone statue,
And wither apart?
I'll take you close to me,
Hold you and shiver
And live up to everything
You never delivered
POET IN THE JAR
somehow this reminds me of my own stuff, especially of the old pieces. but I must say that you have done it way better than I did. and this is still very you, even though I can see something familiar there.
ReplyDeleteThanks, although that was a weird sort of compliment xD
ReplyDeleteI know it is :D don´t take it that hard, I know my stuff sucks but this one doesn´t so it WAS a compliment xD
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