All the colors swirl as one, as I myself have come undone.
All the shadows look the same, as the colors swirl in the rain.
The scene is blurry, the perfect portrait runs with blank tears.
My sculpture is complete. This portrait of me, sculpted into something I
want myself to be.
This person who is someone other than me.
What I see in me, is someone that's willingly unhappy.
This being that I am, is not worthy of what I have.
Why do I desearve this voice, these friends, these blessings?
What have I done, but I am so thankful.
I don't know where I'm headed, or where I'll turn out,
I love music and nothing else, without music I'm not myself.
So let me express myself here right now, because in a few moments from now,
I'll be crying face down on my pillow.
Hoping that someone could see me cry, when they can't.
This lonliness, this weakness, has got to be pushed aside.
Otherwise it leads to my own demise.
6/19/04

 
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