to those going through a Quarter life crisis... cheers
Even when you have come to the end
and you want to write whatever comes out.
And let it go.
You are in the box.
You type into a made up box on a screen
I'm typing on little boxes right now...
inside a bigger box
As I look out of my boxed window
On my box bed.
In my box room.
In my box house.
In a neighborhood of boxes.
Who come to and from their boxes,
with moving boxes.
Moving boxes, into box parking spots.
To go to the boxed in park
To the boxed in school
work
show
to meet people with boxed in minds,
and boxed up hearts.
Can't look at me. Judging others inside, the little things you don't say, just mouth shut. Acting like it's not your place. You shut up,because you don't care... Just it keep on in there. Boil it inside of you. Hold everything that makes you happy so close to you that no-one else can see it. I understand why you would want to. The great disappointment of people, and false concepts of what they are supposed to be. No-one can be what you need them to be. No action can be perfectly explained. People are what they are. Every reason has been used and unexcused. All those wastes of time... what makes you any different. Your the only one that allows yourself to be affected by the disappointment you set on other people. What human has that right? I'll never know you, because you'll die inside yourself. Until you realize that the things you hate and the things you love are the same.
Do you feel good shoving your vanity and self worth into faces? Do you even know if you do? Because no madder how damn pretty that smile is, or your acting can get.. can't run away from who you know...do you like to flaunt your insecurities to me, not just me, so you can be told just what you want to hear ..need to hear? Or do you do it for your own pleasure.. makes you feel higher than me. More intelligent than me..I'm done with false mysteries your translucent.
You don't love me, perhaps the idea of me, something secure and compassionate. You just want something to call it. Because everyone in this fucking world seems to have the need to define. Forcing your own conclusions. Making your decisions and actions justified but never mine. Seems to have a really easy time calling out when I fuck something up, or I don't call back, or whatever the is wrong with me. But I don't say shit when I'm used, I don't call you out when your a arrogant narrow minded fuck, when you sit and cry about all the horrible things in your life. Ask me to help you. Ask me to understand. Maybe I didn't pick up because it hurts to talk to you because some things don't go back to the way it was. But when I'm in the dark, Im negative, I don't care, I'm not being a good friend......did you once think maybe it has nothing to fucking do with you. Or it has everything to do with you but there is no use in explaining when you don't want to understand. Things I've seen for so long being ignored... when I decide to close one eye, you finally open one.
You are the most beautiful of all sadness. Seeing people you love, become to morph into something almost frightfully different from the person you met. Change, found comforts that were never there before. The new strength in someone's voice. Quiet but no longer still. Light on the ground, one in a million. Unconscious but not un caring to the world. Like most things I tend to love, find their own way.
and you want to write whatever comes out.
And let it go.
You are in the box.
You type into a made up box on a screen
I'm typing on little boxes right now...
inside a bigger box
As I look out of my boxed window
On my box bed.
In my box room.
In my box house.
In a neighborhood of boxes.
Who come to and from their boxes,
with moving boxes.
Moving boxes, into box parking spots.
To go to the boxed in park
To the boxed in school
work
show
to meet people with boxed in minds,
and boxed up hearts.
Can't look at me. Judging others inside, the little things you don't say, just mouth shut. Acting like it's not your place. You shut up,because you don't care... Just it keep on in there. Boil it inside of you. Hold everything that makes you happy so close to you that no-one else can see it. I understand why you would want to. The great disappointment of people, and false concepts of what they are supposed to be. No-one can be what you need them to be. No action can be perfectly explained. People are what they are. Every reason has been used and unexcused. All those wastes of time... what makes you any different. Your the only one that allows yourself to be affected by the disappointment you set on other people. What human has that right? I'll never know you, because you'll die inside yourself. Until you realize that the things you hate and the things you love are the same.
Do you feel good shoving your vanity and self worth into faces? Do you even know if you do? Because no madder how damn pretty that smile is, or your acting can get.. can't run away from who you know...do you like to flaunt your insecurities to me, not just me, so you can be told just what you want to hear ..need to hear? Or do you do it for your own pleasure.. makes you feel higher than me. More intelligent than me..I'm done with false mysteries your translucent.
You don't love me, perhaps the idea of me, something secure and compassionate. You just want something to call it. Because everyone in this fucking world seems to have the need to define. Forcing your own conclusions. Making your decisions and actions justified but never mine. Seems to have a really easy time calling out when I fuck something up, or I don't call back, or whatever the is wrong with me. But I don't say shit when I'm used, I don't call you out when your a arrogant narrow minded fuck, when you sit and cry about all the horrible things in your life. Ask me to help you. Ask me to understand. Maybe I didn't pick up because it hurts to talk to you because some things don't go back to the way it was. But when I'm in the dark, Im negative, I don't care, I'm not being a good friend......did you once think maybe it has nothing to fucking do with you. Or it has everything to do with you but there is no use in explaining when you don't want to understand. Things I've seen for so long being ignored... when I decide to close one eye, you finally open one.
You are the most beautiful of all sadness. Seeing people you love, become to morph into something almost frightfully different from the person you met. Change, found comforts that were never there before. The new strength in someone's voice. Quiet but no longer still. Light on the ground, one in a million. Unconscious but not un caring to the world. Like most things I tend to love, find their own way.