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everything is okay, calm, acceptable.
the long dresses she wears and the leggings and the jeans
cover up the flaws right above her knees.
she doesn't go to the beach, or wear shorts in the summer.
she believes she cant.
correction, she knows she cant without the world looking at her and stereotyping.
emo, depressed, sad, while two of these may be true she doesnt need them thrown in her face.
she knows what she is.
she doesn't need you to remind her.
i rest my head on your shoulder.
you look at me baffled at my sudden show of affection.
you have tried repeatedly to brake down my walls with no success.
but after my heart and its shattering.
i realized it was you all along who can help me.
you say that you beleive.
you say that you hope.
you say you bleed.
you say that you cope.
cope with the world that lies ahead.
but only thinking behind over again.
its such a taboo the things you hope for.
because you are only as real as the lore.
Packed.
full of the unknown.
the man begging just for a few cents.
people ignoring his cries for help.
"your just going to spend it on drugs" they say.
oblivious to the life this man has lived.
oblivious to the things he saw when he was fighting for you to live a nice life.
and then there is the man playing the drums.
he passes his hat to hopefully get enough money for his daughter to eat tonight.
you see he is an immigrant.
unable to get a job without being found out.
so he works at the metro.
places where people ignore the pain and suffering just to go about there daily lives.
lives that these people make for them.
the least you can do is thank them.
or love them.
it blooms only at night,
blinding all those in sight.
its beauty growing from day to night.
only living until the fourth the fortnight.
the guy who pitches ideas,
you know the one who comes too your door,
and tries to get you to buy something,
you only see him so often,
once or maybe twice a year,
and you wish you could see him more.
i do not know how one can deceive,
proclaim that you are truthful,
though all know that is a lie, in a state of pure imagery.
we believe what we like, and like what we believe,
and then hide away from you a sight we are unseen.
though you are not alone,
we have all done this before,
though not quite to the extent that you have laid behold us.
so remember what it feels like,
to be a boy who called wolf,
and no one came running, a risk in witch you took.
the voice in my head,
the sounds i hear,
i can't understand them because they are unclear.
i do know when thing.
it is not my conscious telling me right from wrong.
it is a bug inside my head, something unsung.
I choose to be me, not you her or anyone else.
i know you think i am a wannabe, but all i want to be is me,
it seems like i copy, pretend, and defy,
but in reality, i am scared to be different and i don't know why.
he sweeped me off my feet.
the prince charming to my cinderella story.
he found me a while back. ignored, and unloved beginning to weep.
we became friends, he was the light of my life.
he asked me to be with him because i was his light. as he was too mine.
we grew old together, laughing dreaming and belonging.
until that faithful day when he was no more, again trying to save me from sobbing.
though i remember him dearly and will see him one day again.
i live life to the fullest, knowing one day everything could just end.
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