sick and sad,
i've tired
of this game
and my lips
aren't moving
fast enough.
i'd like to avoid
these evil, but
precious games.
i'd like to give up,
i'd like to stay.
if i had the answers,
i'd give them to you.
if i did but stand here,
no actions would answer true.
i'd like to ask us why,
i'd like to stand out
and i'd like to cry.
but every day
i question existence,
i ask for admittance
and receive only
a mask ready to crack
from pressure building
on the other side.
i've given all,
i've tried.
and noone bothered
to ask why?
i lie to them
and apologize.
i'm wearing a mask, too. |
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