Date: April 7th, 2013
Tone: Thoughtful
Intro: Here's the rest of my answer because I wanted to actually think about it. -Summer
I feel locked away
I watch my life as it becomes consumed by society
I know what I shouldn't do
But I do it anyway
It's a quality
I believe it is called 'curiosity.'
And although I am not a cat I feel that curiosity could kill me just as easy
My strife for better is starting to take over
And there is more than one side of me that watches
my every move
One examines the facts
And the other just acts
The action tends to take over
I feel like a coward at time
When I reach and I know that I can't have a grasp
But I try anyway
And then,
I fall
I look up as I have tried to reach a certain point
I've mastered falling
Climbing back up is just as fun
I find myself looking for more
Why?
I'm not sure
My heart screams out the truth
And it shows through my eyes
I cannot completely make this mask work
Through society I learn that it's just as easy to blend it as it is to stick out
And sometimes I hear myself declare that I don't want to be an outcast
Yet I know I am
I hold on to anyone
Every friend
Every Foe
For there is no one who wants to show every shade
I continue to watch
I continue to observe
The ways of others
And then I find myself confused once again
I don't think it's the fact that I walk away from you
I think it's the fact that I get lost
Inside my mind are doors upon doors that may keep me walking but throw my mind into a deep though
My friends
Who are they
I wouldn't know
I'm too nice to care
Sometimes
There are few
There are many
I'm starting to stop and stare
At the ones that are close
I reach for the far
I want to bring them together
But the impossibility stops that
I care for everyone
Even if they don't care for me.
Because I know that everyone is willing to give up sometimes
Like me
Sometimes
I just want to give up
Why do I want to fit it?
The older I get the more blind I see
The bias representation of life
And then I wish I was young again
And that doesn't happen
Who knows.
I may never be able to think the way I used to
The immaturity.
The scatter
I wish I could think like that again
Now everything has to make sense
It has to be logical
I guess that's what happens when you have power
Power of your mind
To be able to control it
I will never be what I used to be
All I can be is what I am now
My head tilts at the sight but I continue to walk
Never will I leave your side
The only person I will leave
Is myself.
Conclusion: My friends. I have yet to know all their true names.
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