It's a long way away, but I'm starting to slow down. Need a push, a voice, or even a touch, to make it passed. I spend a lot of the day watching the faces of all the puppets, dancing on their strings until they break. They lie motionless on the grass. But no one pays any mind to the fallen. Just kept on going. Where as I stop and stare, maybe even shed a tear. I wish them a long goodbye. Then I'm on my way. I spend the nights watching the stars as the fly across the sky. They say you make a wish when you see one fall, but I can only frown, give a moment of silence, as I see the other stars mourn their fallen friend.
I'll stay silent for a while. Because I'm just tired of screaming. Too tired to sleep, even. Just watching. Waiting. For what, I'm still not sure.
It seems my steps are so much more slow then those around me, always running, chasing their dreams, their loves. I just stroll passed the broken hearted, the lonely, the dieing; the only ones that share my pace. But I'm not much like them. I've never lost a lover, never felt the rain of losing everything. All I know is the loss of life, the lonely nights of wondering just where should I be going? Yet, they are the only ones who are happy to see me. The puppets simply stare, whisper their own little jokes, and laugh as I walk by. Those whispered words would cut my like a blade, but I've taught myself to not care. Unfortunately, it was my own demise I taught myself. Forever walking in the broken promise land, while those marionettes dace to impress someone, anyone. Changing their face to see which one works best. I'm just...
Me. That's where we differ so much. I walk my own way, my own path. I sing my own melodies. I tear away all masks so that you may see just
Me.
Still I watch in envy. I only wish I could be content with being someone I'm not, someone I'll never actually be. Like an actress in the spotlight. You never know what she's really thinking, just what she's showing. A priceless picture.
But I can't do that.
So what does that make me?
I'll stay silent for a while. Because I'm just tired of screaming. Too tired to sleep, even. Just watching. Waiting. For what, I'm still not sure.
It seems my steps are so much more slow then those around me, always running, chasing their dreams, their loves. I just stroll passed the broken hearted, the lonely, the dieing; the only ones that share my pace. But I'm not much like them. I've never lost a lover, never felt the rain of losing everything. All I know is the loss of life, the lonely nights of wondering just where should I be going? Yet, they are the only ones who are happy to see me. The puppets simply stare, whisper their own little jokes, and laugh as I walk by. Those whispered words would cut my like a blade, but I've taught myself to not care. Unfortunately, it was my own demise I taught myself. Forever walking in the broken promise land, while those marionettes dace to impress someone, anyone. Changing their face to see which one works best. I'm just...
Me. That's where we differ so much. I walk my own way, my own path. I sing my own melodies. I tear away all masks so that you may see just
Me.
Still I watch in envy. I only wish I could be content with being someone I'm not, someone I'll never actually be. Like an actress in the spotlight. You never know what she's really thinking, just what she's showing. A priceless picture.
But I can't do that.
So what does that make me?
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