Chapter 1 - The Real Me
Submitted May 30, 2008 Updated May 30, 2008 Status Complete | I was feeling judged and alone. These words started spilling into my mind, so I made them flood a page.
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Chapter 1 - The Real Me
Chapter 1 - The Real Me
Who am I?
Where have I drowned?
Can you even see me?
Was I ever found?
Lies, lies, Lies;
Focused on you.
Or am I just a broken mirror
Fallen to the ground?
I don't know what's come over me?
I can't remember a thing.
I don't know how to finish
The story that I've begun.
It keeps me going,
With no one by my side.
What is this feeling?
How long is this ride?
When will you notice
That this isn't all a dream?
I just wish that you could see
The real me.
It's nothing but a broken heart
That you refuse to sew back together.
Are we just some old toys to you;
Throw in the back of your toy box.
Am I a screwed up doll
That won't repeat everything you say?
Is he a torn up soldier
That will never be the same?
I don't know what your problem is;
Why it is never your fault.
Why can't you see;
It's always what you need.
Is it you who is suppose to stay the same
And pray that I'll change?
Am I the one who needs to know
That I'm the one insane?
I see the world different from you.
That's what I believe.
So, I'm just waiting for you to see...
That you're not the real me.
Where have I drowned?
Can you even see me?
Was I ever found?
Lies, lies, Lies;
Focused on you.
Or am I just a broken mirror
Fallen to the ground?
I don't know what's come over me?
I can't remember a thing.
I don't know how to finish
The story that I've begun.
It keeps me going,
With no one by my side.
What is this feeling?
How long is this ride?
When will you notice
That this isn't all a dream?
I just wish that you could see
The real me.
It's nothing but a broken heart
That you refuse to sew back together.
Are we just some old toys to you;
Throw in the back of your toy box.
Am I a screwed up doll
That won't repeat everything you say?
Is he a torn up soldier
That will never be the same?
I don't know what your problem is;
Why it is never your fault.
Why can't you see;
It's always what you need.
Is it you who is suppose to stay the same
And pray that I'll change?
Am I the one who needs to know
That I'm the one insane?
I see the world different from you.
That's what I believe.
So, I'm just waiting for you to see...
That you're not the real me.
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this is deep,...
really reall good girl,...
I love it,..*(faves*