Sunday, January 17, 2010
I need a sieve for my thoughts.
I don't know what's up and what's down anymore.
I don't even know what I want.
Except for the fact that I want my chronological and mental ages to match up.
I can't help but act a certain way, even if I think differently.
I don't want to mope, but for some reason the silliest things get to me.
Then again, it was something silly.
A little teenage thing that shouldn't matter. And won't, in time.
But why is it that I can't forget about it all?
I don't know what's up and what's down anymore.
I don't even know what I want.
Except for the fact that I want my chronological and mental ages to match up.
I can't help but act a certain way, even if I think differently.
I don't want to mope, but for some reason the silliest things get to me.
He's happy.
She's happy.
Where do I fit?
Somewhere else,
Unhappy
Not happy
Cold sopping
Mem'ries sit
Hard pressed
On my mind
Unaddressed
In my smile
You can't tell
I can't tell
Who I am
What I will
Do for you
Why I will
Let you choose
Mental state
In my mind
Of my kind
Try to find
Reasons why
I'm no good
Or I'm not
Who you would
Give a chance
Take a chance
Hold a hand
Do a dance
To a song
With no lines
Music-less
Confines
In my head
I can see
Painted red
You and she
He's happy
She's happy
Where do I fit?
Somewhere else.
She's happy.
Where do I fit?
Somewhere else,
Unhappy
Not happy
Cold sopping
Mem'ries sit
Hard pressed
On my mind
Unaddressed
In my smile
You can't tell
I can't tell
Who I am
What I will
Do for you
Why I will
Let you choose
Mental state
In my mind
Of my kind
Try to find
Reasons why
I'm no good
Or I'm not
Who you would
Give a chance
Take a chance
Hold a hand
Do a dance
To a song
With no lines
Music-less
Confines
In my head
I can see
Painted red
You and she
He's happy
She's happy
Where do I fit?
Somewhere else.
Then again, it was something silly.
A little teenage thing that shouldn't matter. And won't, in time.
But why is it that I can't forget about it all?
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