Jan 12, 2005 22:24
This most certainly is not my favorite, but I suppose it'll do.
Lurking in the shadows
Blending to the crowd
I could get through this hell unnoticed
If I never spoke a sound
Head bent down
Shoulders overly hunched
What a distorted image
Of a picture untouched
A flawless reflection
Of everything sought
To work for something so hard
Only to be told you’re not
Nothing but an illusion
Merely a thought
Angst
Falsities
Denial
Living up to a standard
Only to have it exceed your reach
Higher, and higher
Lower than ever
Anxieties and fears
Loneliness and tears
Nothing is ever as it seems
In this twisted world
Of beauty unseen.