Do you know what is beneath this?
I'm playing a game,
I'm maneuvering through the Garden Maze.
I'm forever hopeless.
Don't count on me, I can't even count on myself.
I'm stuck in a fantasy world, a world of
dreams, potholes, and surrealism.
I'm lost in my own wonderland.
Don't count on me.
Don't get attached. Don't.
It's for a bigger cause.
Forget that I have feelings,
Forget that I exist.
Forget that I'm me.
The less others exist,
the more convincing it is for me.
I don't exist.
I'm not here.
I'm not a real person.
This is all a dream.
I'm too much of a mess otherwise.
I'm sorry I opened Pandora's box.
I'm not strong enough to have control.
Please don't appease me.
Go with my game.
Let me be.
Ignore me, let me feel bad.
Don't listen to my crap.
Don't appease to me,
My words mean nothing.
Help me by validating the truth about me.
Give me what I deserve.


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