Insignificant

Now's the time,
Put on a mask.
Let them think you're happy
As you ever were,
And light up their smile.

This is the real world,
You are insignificant
When it comes to the bigger picture.

Cloak your feelings,
And smile bright
As the camera clicks away.

Let them think
You couldn't be happier
That they've erased all the sadness in you.
Make them happy,
It's all you live for.
It's all you could ever live for.

They never see
How that pretty, little
Smile of yours never
Reaches your eyes.

This is the real world,
You are insignificant
When it comes to the bigger picture.

Cloak your feelings,
And smile bright
As the camera clicks away.

Never scream out
Or shout,
Or let them know
How you're feeling.

One day, when you leave,
They'll see it.
How your pretty little smile
Never truly reached your eyes,
But you'll be too far away to hear
Their mournful cries.

This is the real world,
You are insignificant
When it comes to the bigger picture.

Cloak your feelings,
And smile bright
As the camera clicks away.

Don't frown,
And never let them see your sorrow,
As the camera clicks away....

Teardrop

I wrote this one for this project I did for English... = ) enjoy

Teardrop


Little light wishes,
Some that may never come true
Whispers that demean,
All that may come to be.

Teardrop that falls
With every emotions surreal.
Gentle my arms are,
So frail.

Gentle are my emotions,
Sadness is their nature.
Guilt of my heart
And its desires.

Teardrop that falls
With every emotions surreal
Gentle my arms are,
So breakable.

Light oh! It comes....
See the wishful words
I've made,
Oh! Will we ever be
What we used to be again?

Gentle are my emotions
Sadness is their nature,
Guilty, my heart is
With its desires.

Teardrop that falls
With every emotions surreal
Gentle my arms are
So friable.

So fragile.
Don't leave me with my
Teardrop...

Perfect...

Have you ever realized that things will never change?
The destruction that will never be lifted,
The wishes that will never come to be,
And the promises that will never be kept;
All the while,
You're wishing you could be someone else.

The scars will never be erased,
And the reasons for all that
Were the emotions all along,
While you just sat there...
Wishing you could be someone else;
Someone who knew all the right things to say and do,
Someone who could erase all the worries left behind,
Someone who knew better.....

All the words that may have been spoken are gone,
And whatever that was said is buried inside,
Where no one can reach and mend.

Sometimes goodbye will never be for the better.
And all the while
You wish you could be someone else for a day,
Just a day.....
And pick up all the pieces....
Rebuild the bridges burned overtime....

I broke that little glass rose you gave me,
It meant nothing after a while...
I tore down your paintings of me,
They were never genuine...
Somehow I got caught up
In between your lies and promises,
And then everything seemd to be shattering
All around me.

The illusions that were always there,
Your words that could never amount up to anything.
All the while,
I kept on wishing I was someone else;
Someone who knew all the things to make it all better,
Someone who knew all the right things to do and say,
Someone perfect.....

Carousel

Look around my carousel,
Do you see how it goes round and round?...
This is an addiction I intend to keep,
An addiction I can't bear to lose....

It kills me,
I know,
You know.

Do you see my carousel?
Its swiftness?
I know you want my addiction
Maybe you'll find your own way there
To the silent bliss
That's out to destroy us.

Hey! Look at my carousel…
When will it ever slow down
Enough for me to get off?
Maybe If I find a way
To make it stop,
Maybe my addiction will be easier to lose then..….

My addiction,
Gaze at its ecstatic rapture
So beautiful
So gruesome….
Oh! When will it ever end?
When will it stop?

My carousel….

Trapped

Hands,
Holding her soul
While she sits bound in invisible shackles.
Akin to a caged bird,
She cries for freedom
But no one can hear her.
The darkened abyss of the world around her.

The hands hold her captive,
As they protect her.
They're her only home,
The only place she knows she can go to.
She's trapped.

Her soul cries for freedom.
Her despair so clear cut.
She wishes for something she doesn't know about,
Something she never had a chance to see.

Hands,
Holding her soul,
Protecting her
Holding her captive.

Trapped.

Innocence

Childhood is a sunny spring,
Of sweet scented flowers
And the sunny hills.
Childhood is a rollercoaster,
Having difficult ups and downs
But many happy endings.
Childhood is getting in trouble,
And not being responsible for it.
Childhood is dancing in the rain
With no worry for the future.
Childhood is believing in everything,
And never doubting the
Frightening stories that you hear.
Childhood is getting up in a weekday morning
And pretending to be sick so
You won’t have to go to school.
Childhood is a memory of the earliest
And the happiest times of your life.
Childhood is innocence.

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Mirror

Parallel universe,
Staring into my eyes.
Deep dark secrets
They all wish to hide.
Broken as a mirror,
I see what she is
Beckoning to a terror---
Dream or a nightmare?

Pitter patter of the rain as a
Nightmare breaks.
Silent as a snake
But terrified more than anything,
I awake.
I make myself clear,
Changeable as day.
Though I am not a seer,
I see what lies as my fate.

I may not know who or what
I am,
But I am different
And so I am alone.
Wrong may be my last,
Though I am not sure.
Lost silence may be gone,
but at least it used to be pure.
Glasses thus breakable,
though as long lasting as memories
as they fade into a pass by of life...
They disappear