my realization

[emupunkanything]

Empty books with empty pages
Writing for some peace of mind
I am not what you think I am
I am not what you made me.
I am not what I want to be,
But I sure as hell, one day, will be.

Closing gates and locking doors,
Looking down the rough road .
The “fighting road” one would say.
This is where I went that day,
That day that I left and gave you the note,
With a summary of our time spent.
I mostly just left, not looking back,
But I try, yet couldn’t leave empty handed.

These are the things I took…

I took some of my staple things (not food or stuff like that),
I took the memories…good and bad,
I took the dreams I still wanted to have,
I took my soul; a little worse for wear.
And I took some of you: that wasn’t in my plans.

And this is what I’ve come to know…

I can’t run away from you and think pages and shadows won’t follow me close.
But now I know I can fight just as well,
Though I can’t get away I can still bate you off with some good spells.
I know now that I might never find resolve.
But I know now that I will solve my job; and screw you if you don’t.
I know now that I don’t really care what happens to you,
For your despair is your despair.

I am not your teddy bear.
I am not your emotion detector.
Though I’d make a damn good projector…I will not and can not no more.

I am just me
That’s all I can be.

Now please, it’s time I leave you.