Jan 24, 2004 12:42
It drips slowly down my left cheek
Causing a pattern to erupt
Pain is not a feeling but more of a sense now
It is the sense of want
Wanting this
Funny to say it may be more than selfish
It is not a desire though
It is the feeling if release
A release to you
A release of my hurt
A release of your ignorance
I'll stop to let you think
I haven't thought
It insults what you have made of me
It is turning your story into a fable
And now I'm that fictional character turning to run
Run to a corner
Let the pattern start again
And again
And again...
*This is my feelings of how people were treating me yesterday. I'm not blind. I know you talk behind my back. I am one of the nicest people you will ever meet! Screw you! I can't WAIT to talk to Jesse monday to vent. Thank God he has brought him into my life. Something right is going on finally.