Knotted
I'm...it's. Inside there are snarls of yarn, looped round and round. Where do they end, when do they stop, where are they going? I don't know.
I hate arguing. Conflict, tension. I don't know what to do with feelings, how to wad them up and set fire. I need to watch flames on the beach while the sound of the waves soothes my soul. I need something to ...I don't know what's wrong even sometimes but something's not right.
The tension keeps me tied on strings, a marionette fighting to move but I must respond in my jerky dance, pretend, pretend with a wooden face and empty eyes that cannot blink away. A painted smile to be polite and heart that must lie.
I'm so tired of being fake. Fake keeps the peace. When you have to...I guess you have to.
How long? I can't get a clear answer. So I fight my strings.
It's tiring to spend a day, jerking away, guided back to the dance that goes against the music in my heart.
I hate arguing. Conflict, tension. I don't know what to do with feelings, how to wad them up and set fire. I need to watch flames on the beach while the sound of the waves soothes my soul. I need something to ...I don't know what's wrong even sometimes but something's not right.
The tension keeps me tied on strings, a marionette fighting to move but I must respond in my jerky dance, pretend, pretend with a wooden face and empty eyes that cannot blink away. A painted smile to be polite and heart that must lie.
I'm so tired of being fake. Fake keeps the peace. When you have to...I guess you have to.
How long? I can't get a clear answer. So I fight my strings.
It's tiring to spend a day, jerking away, guided back to the dance that goes against the music in my heart.