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I've found myself alone in a place I don't recognize.
I look around me,
But the walls I see are too high.
I can walk straight,
Or I can call out,
But there's no turning back.
After a while my feet will become sore,
And I'll stop to look back up.
I still don't see anything.
The road seems endless,
And every step I take is another from a familiar silence.
I hear cars up ahead,
And I sprint for a hope to see something else.
I come to another stumbling halt,
And feel like I'm no closer than I was.
My eyes close,
And I imagine a place much different than this.
A warm bed,
Overhanging lights with a fan that spins,
And my bedroom door wide open still.
Perhaps my mind is but a linear place I can escape to.
There is no end to my thoughts,
And only an imagined background to surround them.
My ears ring at the silence...
I cannot escape myself,
With a mind that only goes one way.
Lost Words in Isolated ThoughtInner conflicts like,
Differentiating thoughts that don't go
And words I can't form,
And an unrest I can't shake.
How can I ask quietly,
When all my insides are screaming?
The things I want most,
You're not supposed to want so badly,
And find comfort in yourself but
How can I find comfort in myself,
When I'm most content with someone else?
Bite my tongue because
The words I want to say are wrapped up toxins in a pretty bow.
I can't hide and lie-
I know who I am.
Just let me rattle my own cage,
It's natural to go a little stir crazy.
Strong arms won't do me good
When they're not wrapped for something meaningful.
Sometimes I wonder how
I can put on an act so well.
My heart is cold...
A somber moment for each night that passes,
And maybe I'll wake up happier.
She'll be there,
I Wonder, LadyWords fumbling...
What are you thinking?
Maybe I assume too much of you.
I haven't changed the way I look at you-
You still dazzle me constantly.
But when I look at you like a puzzle girl,
Because that's how you taught me.
What are you planning?
Are you weening me off on purpose,
Or have you lost interest in me?
You do everything for a reason,
Or so you've had me assume.
I understand the need to think for myself,
But the way your language has changed perplexes me.
I've always said I'm weary of you.
You understand people too well,
And how to manipulate the situation
Exactly how you want.
You ask me why don't I shake the feeling of you,
Because somehow that seems counterproductive.
I'm so hyper aware of what you're telling me.
Are you waiting for me to become more independent?
Are you waiting for us to grow apart?
Were you meaning for us to talk less and less?
Maybe I feel like you're judging me,