Recognizing yourself in the lines of an idea…
A sad and so personal idea
That should not be something a young lady can
relate to
About being unhappy when all think the opposite
is true
Ashlee and Smokey the embodiment of me?
How can it be so simple?
Like the light switching on
Or the coming of a new dawn…
I cannot accept this truth for long
Living a façade and seeming strong
While in my head and deep down inside
The only active verb is ‘cry’
I cannot keep on with this lamenting song
I should just accept that something is wrong
Can it be fixed without me
When it’s rooted within?
Will I fight for long, while patience grows
thin?
It’s not so easy to, when you bleed beneath your
skin.
You can’t just keep bearing with a grin…
Otherwise you become the lines of an idea
The words of a timed tune
I just hope I find Home soon
before it’s too late and the track of my tears
show the world my fears of having no one to walk with, after the show and in
later years.
written 14-Sept-09
