Bit of a rant..
Everything has a purpose and everything we chose we chose for a reason. Whether it is hidden or intentional there’s always an underlying value. No matter how big your smile, I can tell that it is fake my dear. No matter how high you hold your head, I can see your shame. “I am an actress.” You tell me, “I can make you see whatever I want you to see.” “Well, I am a magician, I can see straight through your lies” is my reply. I can read your thoughts from miles away, I can sense your pain and I am no threat. I can help you if you let me, open the doors to your mind and let a visitor in. Take my hand and we will go walking, through the rain and thunderstorms, across the meadow in summer full of sunshine, listen and you will hear the birds always sing no matter the weather. They know that there is always hope, have faith and you will hear it too. Love is such a strong word my pet, do you really know the meaning of the word? How patronising that question can be when you truly believe that you know, in fact you know more than they could imagine. You are blessed with the skill of knowing, or are you cursed?
The book falls from my delicate fingertips and I am awoken from my thoughts. Tears streaming, I never get this emotional and when I do it angers me. What was I reading that sent me into such a turmoil state of thought? Oh how it frustrates me, I’m usually such a happy girl and when I let things get to me, it aches. There’s a reason why I bottle it all up and hide behind a happy face, in fact there’s a million and one reasons why I do, and to be honest I doubt that you really care. It only makes you upset when I’m upset, why can’t you let me show my pain without feeling guilty, or worrying about the effect it has on you? Forget yourself for a second and realise that I need you, is that too hard to comprehend? Though, if I let myself get upset I feel a hundred times worse, so what’s the point? I’d rather just leave it all behind, run free into my fantasy world of make-believe, where everything is beautiful and the sun smiles.
I could tell this story in so many ways and styles but they’ve all been done before. Is there no such thing as originality anymore? People try to make a stand by doing something obscure and unheard of before and then the crowd catches on, they agree, but instead of fighting for their own cause, they mirror others. Until, one day that new ‘trend’ becomes old, something new is created and that is the way of the world. It’s a shame really but we all fall into some sort of category in the end, no matter how hard we fight to be ourselves. There will come a time when you will find someone very similar to your own being, someone who too wants to do something that you thought no one else would do. I tried not to conform to any sort of style, dress how I pleased and change my fashion daily, but it’s not as simple as that. I became the girl who couldn’t be stereotyped, or so it was believed, though I’m sure someone somewhere had a name for me other than my own.
But yeah, I think that's my rant over. I just need to calm a bit and drink coffee because coffee is the answer to all problems. ;P
The book falls from my delicate fingertips and I am awoken from my thoughts. Tears streaming, I never get this emotional and when I do it angers me. What was I reading that sent me into such a turmoil state of thought? Oh how it frustrates me, I’m usually such a happy girl and when I let things get to me, it aches. There’s a reason why I bottle it all up and hide behind a happy face, in fact there’s a million and one reasons why I do, and to be honest I doubt that you really care. It only makes you upset when I’m upset, why can’t you let me show my pain without feeling guilty, or worrying about the effect it has on you? Forget yourself for a second and realise that I need you, is that too hard to comprehend? Though, if I let myself get upset I feel a hundred times worse, so what’s the point? I’d rather just leave it all behind, run free into my fantasy world of make-believe, where everything is beautiful and the sun smiles.
I could tell this story in so many ways and styles but they’ve all been done before. Is there no such thing as originality anymore? People try to make a stand by doing something obscure and unheard of before and then the crowd catches on, they agree, but instead of fighting for their own cause, they mirror others. Until, one day that new ‘trend’ becomes old, something new is created and that is the way of the world. It’s a shame really but we all fall into some sort of category in the end, no matter how hard we fight to be ourselves. There will come a time when you will find someone very similar to your own being, someone who too wants to do something that you thought no one else would do. I tried not to conform to any sort of style, dress how I pleased and change my fashion daily, but it’s not as simple as that. I became the girl who couldn’t be stereotyped, or so it was believed, though I’m sure someone somewhere had a name for me other than my own.
But yeah, I think that's my rant over. I just need to calm a bit and drink coffee because coffee is the answer to all problems. ;P