11-26-08 I'm not sure what you wish to accomplish

I’m not sure what you wish to accomplish

When you point out my problems
But provide me with no advice

When you tell me I’ll never be happy
But don’t tell me why

When you tell me that you understand my life
But don’t tell me what you suddenly understand

When you tell me the same thing over and over again
Even though I continue to have the same response

When you point out the specs in my eyes
With the plank still in yours

I’m not sure what you wish to accomplish
With these backwards word games
These inside out comments

Why can’t you just tell me
Or let it go?

11-26-08

11-17-08 Letting go

I tell you it's not my cross to bear
you tell me to shut my face
I tell you it's between you and God
you tell me to shut my face
I tell you it's your choice to make
you tell me to shut my face

Now my face is shut
But you still want me to talk

One last time I try
I open my mouth to speak
to check up
And once again
you'd rather hear nothing

nothing you will hear

I hate letting go
but holding on hurts more

Into God's hands I give your life
I pray you find happiness again

11-17-08

5-1-04 The creature

Funny isn't it?
Funny how it seems to spin out of no where-
like a mysterious creature of the night
That consumes your entire being
And tell you to do things

He wants to see you fall flat on your face
He enjoys watching you suffer
wrapping you in his cocoon
So tight you don't know ho to bust out
What to do?
Sit there and let it control you?
or take control of it?

5-1-04

2003 (may?) Wallflower

I'm here in this room
but no one knows

I can jump, shout or scream
It doesn't matter what I do
I'm not smart or rich
I don't accel at anything
I'm staying in state
and I'm cheap

I'm here in this room
but no one knows

I might as well just leave
Just pack up my things and walk way
I can't stand them
and they don't notice me

I'm in this room
but no one knows

Just another face in the crowd
my goals go unnoticed,
my ideas shut down
I'm not spoiled
I'm not rich
I'm not smart
I'm not supermodel pretty

I'm just me
in my own world
Watching them
not notice me

2003 (fall - winter) FRUSTRATION

It can no longer be held
Slowly it begins to drip
Faster
Faster
Faster
It is pouring out large drops
falling far down
Splashing on the cold ground
Bouncing
Settling
Building a new pile
Spreading further than before

2003 (freshman year) My world

The fluff is coming down
condensing all around
Straightening out as it falls
turning shades of gray

It's lost that pleasant feel
NO long does it bring comfort

It's pushing itself down
trapping me inside
Condensing in on my world
Not letting me be me

2003-2004 (fresh year) Maze

I'm stuck in this maze
just running and running
millions of walls around

The foggy windows are only a tease
of what might be
whenever I get out

A new wall is walked
A new light is shown
What do they all mean?

More halls to walk
More confusion to sort
More frustration to let out

I just wish I knew my way

The day has come
It has to be this door
I begin to walk,
it begins to fade
why won't you let me out?

I can't stay forever
it won't work that way
I hear freedom calling
taunting
It's calling from the outside -
where i want to be?

Someday soon, I'll get out
and run with that voice
Until then I shall just wonder
what is this life about