bound in obscurity
some could say I got what I deserve and, sadly enough, I think I would agree. Sometimes a lack of patience is my ultimate flaw but then again, I question everything till it's ground to dust...but how long a wait was I meant to endure, I can't spend that much of my time in a state of stagnation...happiness is great but there comes a point when the torment of the wait out weighs the weight of the gift...so be it if this be my gift...I did it to myself, I usually do, I'm nothing of what most think I am and very few know that person...that person is ugly, that person despises even himself above all else, that person has lied and cheated and stolen without care or conscious
...despite the fact that, I'm no longer that ugly beast...some actions have no excuse and I would never attempt to make any...I believe acceptance of ones past to be the best solution in learning to bath in the putrid stench which one creates. we're rarely victims in this life...some experiences we didn't ask for but the American public feels obligated to cry out as if we've been wronged since birth
...lets face it, we as americans are lathargic, apathetic, automotons...who rarely take charge or own up to their own actions...the populace spends an unfathomable amount of time finding scapegoats to push the blame on and rarely, if ever take ownership of their responsibilities...I should know, I'm just as guilty as the next and I live with a man child that's so stuck on himself that he'll never hear the words of his friends...carelessly doing whatever he feels without hesitation of consequence, especially if it benefits him...
I truely thought my life would be different at this current point in time...and in a great many ways it is...some good, some bad, such is life...I'm not about to site here and wallow in my own self pity, in fact comments will probably be disabled since vague is this post so do not assume you know who or what I'm talking about.
I truely thought the games were over, that I finally knew the rules, but come to find that they all play, no one is excluded in this painful mockery...and I, some passionate marionette to be played like a toy...in the all too often conscious slaughter of all I hold dear...you don't realize what you do to me and perhaps never will...perhaps I ask too much but I don't equate independance as a valid reason to push me away...
nearly a fortnight since I've felt warm...and still you walk away...an understanding to which I thought we'd reached and still you turn and left...please excuse me if I display my anger upon my sleeve...don't stray too far...you may just find the doors are closed and this light extinguished.
...despite the fact that, I'm no longer that ugly beast...some actions have no excuse and I would never attempt to make any...I believe acceptance of ones past to be the best solution in learning to bath in the putrid stench which one creates. we're rarely victims in this life...some experiences we didn't ask for but the American public feels obligated to cry out as if we've been wronged since birth
...lets face it, we as americans are lathargic, apathetic, automotons...who rarely take charge or own up to their own actions...the populace spends an unfathomable amount of time finding scapegoats to push the blame on and rarely, if ever take ownership of their responsibilities...I should know, I'm just as guilty as the next and I live with a man child that's so stuck on himself that he'll never hear the words of his friends...carelessly doing whatever he feels without hesitation of consequence, especially if it benefits him...
I truely thought my life would be different at this current point in time...and in a great many ways it is...some good, some bad, such is life...I'm not about to site here and wallow in my own self pity, in fact comments will probably be disabled since vague is this post so do not assume you know who or what I'm talking about.
I truely thought the games were over, that I finally knew the rules, but come to find that they all play, no one is excluded in this painful mockery...and I, some passionate marionette to be played like a toy...in the all too often conscious slaughter of all I hold dear...you don't realize what you do to me and perhaps never will...perhaps I ask too much but I don't equate independance as a valid reason to push me away...
nearly a fortnight since I've felt warm...and still you walk away...an understanding to which I thought we'd reached and still you turn and left...please excuse me if I display my anger upon my sleeve...don't stray too far...you may just find the doors are closed and this light extinguished.