FreshADiddle = 1st
Kaotic Theory = 2nd
I'm twirling my hair to the rhythm of raindrops
with a finger that would rather feel them
than hear them...but I'm trapped.
Held down by a lacquered finish...
meant to protect my faux heart from harm...
intended to save my soul from the sadness
of other people's opinions of me.
Reality might be a rainy day...
but once, just once,
I would like to see if my dancing shoes
can handle a prance through puddles.
Umbrellas were invented for a reason...
but for some other reason,
I've decided to not take the risk.
swimming through ocean's of grief
like a fish with just one fin
stuggalling to escape this dillema
of being the odd being......
....and never fitting in.
a surfer, surfing these waves...like a
heroic climber does mountain peek's
i can't stop crying, it hurt's
and they're hurting me.
i wish i can dissapear, so atlast
i can possibly be free...
at this moment looking down
but even to afraid to take the leap.