Post by Kathleen on Apr 29, 2005 20:37:30 GMT -5
When did I become this person- the one who is never fulfilled?
When did my heart fasten- beating stone cold?
When did my face turn defishent?
When I look in the mirror- I hate me.
When did I stop caring if people liked me?
When did I become so un-religious- a person who turns away?
When did my morals become selfish- thoughts about no one but myself?
When did my legs turn on me.
When they walk me into shame- they deepen the confusion inside of me.
When did I decide to never stop going- a person who has to help everyone?
When did I start complaining about helping people?
When did I start these ways- of writing a public mess?
When did I take my being into a hidden wreck?
When did my family stop caring- why don't they love me?
When did all of my friends leave me behind?
When did I become a straight "A" student- who is clueless?
When did my world become an illusion?
When did the books start to stack themselves in my brain?
When did I decide my ambitions would be too late?
When did that window of death come so close?
When did I fear suicide?
When have I not hated my breathless, Sneaky life?
When did the T.V stop entertaining me?
When did I decide it was better tio read?
When did I pick up a pen?
When will their be love?
When did I hide my face?
When did I become this person- the one who is always alone.
When did I relieze that I only feel like this when I get home?
When did my heart fasten- beating stone cold?
When did my face turn defishent?
When I look in the mirror- I hate me.
When did I stop caring if people liked me?
When did I become so un-religious- a person who turns away?
When did my morals become selfish- thoughts about no one but myself?
When did my legs turn on me.
When they walk me into shame- they deepen the confusion inside of me.
When did I decide to never stop going- a person who has to help everyone?
When did I start complaining about helping people?
When did I start these ways- of writing a public mess?
When did I take my being into a hidden wreck?
When did my family stop caring- why don't they love me?
When did all of my friends leave me behind?
When did I become a straight "A" student- who is clueless?
When did my world become an illusion?
When did the books start to stack themselves in my brain?
When did I decide my ambitions would be too late?
When did that window of death come so close?
When did I fear suicide?
When have I not hated my breathless, Sneaky life?
When did the T.V stop entertaining me?
When did I decide it was better tio read?
When did I pick up a pen?
When will their be love?
When did I hide my face?
When did I become this person- the one who is always alone.
When did I relieze that I only feel like this when I get home?
