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Jun 28, 2005 23:08

i want to feel something.

absence of emotion, of color, of sound...

no matter what i see of hear or touch...

sometimes it all feels like nothing
like im trapped in some tiny
sound proof, windowless box

because i am not the one that everybody wants
i am not a dancer, a poet, an artist
my personality is not infectious
i am not miss popular, miss loved
miss congeniality
i am not the girl they want
and i can't pretend to be the woman
i am the one who disappears
when you close your eyes
no record of my presence
no stunning beauty, of body soul or spirit
close your eyes
and i'll disappear
soon enough
i promise
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