I Am Alone Because I Am Alone
If I talk to you, will you take me seriously? Will the things I say be worthwhile enough to listen? If I talk to you, will listen to what I have to say? Will you not just respect me, but actually care about me?
I am a creature bound to the guarding of moments and interactions. I balance what I say and what I do and I wait for each appropriate time to enlist either. I am a wounded and down-trodden soul that really longs for deep connections. However, I wear my armor to protect against more wounds.
When my armor is taken off, I find that an arrow is waiting for my chest. It is aimed and ready and invisible until it hits. Only then is it clear as day. Only when it hurts the most. Not because it has wounded me, but because it wounded me while I let down my guard.
I am pained and I am burdened. I live two lives: one with the world and one in my head. The one with the world is formal and stagnate and the one in my head is deep and lonely.
My heart beats in many colors, but it makes no difference to the blind.
I am an easy person to like, but not an easy person to love. I am frustrating and infuriating. My mind, a curtain over my heart.
I am nothing to look at, so I am not looked at. I walk alone because I am alone. I have grown accustomed to the silence. Its dark symphonies and strange lullabies. It covers me like a thick vine, threatening to cut off the light.
I am alone because I have been alone. Not because I want to. Not because I cannot be otherwise. Just because that is how I have been for so long a time. I am alone because I am alone.
I am a creature bound to the guarding of moments and interactions. I balance what I say and what I do and I wait for each appropriate time to enlist either. I am a wounded and down-trodden soul that really longs for deep connections. However, I wear my armor to protect against more wounds.
When my armor is taken off, I find that an arrow is waiting for my chest. It is aimed and ready and invisible until it hits. Only then is it clear as day. Only when it hurts the most. Not because it has wounded me, but because it wounded me while I let down my guard.
I am pained and I am burdened. I live two lives: one with the world and one in my head. The one with the world is formal and stagnate and the one in my head is deep and lonely.
My heart beats in many colors, but it makes no difference to the blind.
I am an easy person to like, but not an easy person to love. I am frustrating and infuriating. My mind, a curtain over my heart.
I am nothing to look at, so I am not looked at. I walk alone because I am alone. I have grown accustomed to the silence. Its dark symphonies and strange lullabies. It covers me like a thick vine, threatening to cut off the light.
I am alone because I have been alone. Not because I want to. Not because I cannot be otherwise. Just because that is how I have been for so long a time. I am alone because I am alone.