My Unborn Legacy: Part 3
I even lie to myself. I swore I would never make the mistakes he did, the pain in his eyes made me cry. But now I'm chasing love dreams I know won't last. Why? Why am I hypocritical in these ways. I look at that sad mask all the time. I am sorry but I am grateful it didn't happen to me. But now I'm setting myself up...begging for it to happen.
I am a failure too...I try to end a fight with my own family and can't even get that to work out. Tell me, does anything ever work out? What can go wrong will go wrong, and what will go wrong will hurt, and what hurts will scar, what scars will leave a mask. I am fake, happy, but fake. Now another collection of maskes among the rest of us who wear them. I see the pain of the mask...but I ignore it completely. Why did it happen to him? Why is it happening to me?...At least I will have a legacy...a born legacy...but an unwanted one.
The day we rip that fucking hideous thing from our face is the day my legacy is born.
I am a failure too...I try to end a fight with my own family and can't even get that to work out. Tell me, does anything ever work out? What can go wrong will go wrong, and what will go wrong will hurt, and what hurts will scar, what scars will leave a mask. I am fake, happy, but fake. Now another collection of maskes among the rest of us who wear them. I see the pain of the mask...but I ignore it completely. Why did it happen to him? Why is it happening to me?...At least I will have a legacy...a born legacy...but an unwanted one.
The day we rip that fucking hideous thing from our face is the day my legacy is born.