Oct 07, 2007 22:42
I'm still here, a little bit enclosed
within the walls of my comfort
and my confinement all the same
a nice portrayal of my mind
there's not anything to stop it,
there's not anything to help,
because i make myself what i know to be,
a false and lethal clone
i wish the most to feel freewill,
i wish too much to escape my own tight grasp,
i wish for you to understand,
to see me through like looking glass
there's layer under layer, can't you see?
there's nothing to hide, it's only me?
the truth is in my actions,
my words are twisted and refined
but of course i cannot expect that,
because the fault is only mine
what i will to be true
must be changes i will make
correct that 'will' to a probably will not
no reason for pretentiousness
or fickle, fluid thoughts
truth is all that matters to me lately,
if not atleast to me.