2007-02-10 - 11:47 p.m.
Lonely comes in pairs.
or, maybe just for me.
By my self, i never feel alone-
but when i'm there, surrounded by all of you
(the stranger always looking in)
i feel so desperately alone.
i shudder, no- i ache-
deep inside i ache for what is missing,
for what i've never known.
(liar)
No, i've never really known.
And at that moment, i can't hep but think of all those things i shouldn't.
What was i to you?
Slowly, i open my eyes,
(squinting at the sudden radiant exposure)
and the light comes through,
illuminating all of my unspoken fears.
i can see.
unaided, i can see myself
my thoughts
my world.
And (deep down) i know i meant:
what were you to me?
A question i hoped never to face.
But, no matter how deep i try to hide it-
all the nights of feigning sleep
of laughing just to prove i can
(Oh, how i hate to face reality)
There is no easy answer.
