torn to shreds and burnt alive
bam...he hits the computer monitor. it flickers and returns to the dull blue shade. i think back.... friends... a word that so many people agree on. but then are angered by that way of misunderstanding. it doesn't matter. you'll never see them again. we go our separtate roads and die. she laughs at me... tells me what the hell. but i think why does it matter. you exclaim you're different. you have to show them its true...but you're the same. you want to hold a title- deep. musical. smart. but the ego you dare hide is sheltered in shallow water. modesty is rare. i even slip. but i truly admire it. i don't say i do and truly don't. i don't tell people i'm ambidextrious without writing a readable page of notes with both hands. i don't advertise myself to people and claim that i don't. that i wouldn't. you pray for charisma...you have it. you say you're not like them...but you only think it. you're difference is only shrouded more so by the difference that everyone is...don't be the one who needs rescued because thats what you often are. don't pretend to be the hero of yourself because thats what you're often not. quit trying to fool us by pretending that you're mentally older. saying that you're mature because maturity comes with a price...and if you're not willing to pay it...you wasted your time.