to be
Why am I afraid of what I love?
it's like walking from trap to trap
only traps that I set lay around me
and all are waiting for my eager feet to fall into them.
and it's always me.
always the victim...
in my own self-inflicted demise.
Why?
What the hell is wrong with me
that I am so proud
so stubborn
so adamant to not do what I know is right
to not say what i need to say
to say what I know I shouldn't
to be so careless
and to not be me.
To fall for my own snares
to fall for those around me
and just dance the day away in a dream of perfection
which is a fantasy.
an inflated and pompous idea
that has reached far too far
into the depths of my brain.
So far into my brain that it's hitting my heart.
Damn you vices...
to hell with riddles.
No more fun.
No more laughter...
and that is how to be happy.
By bcf2006
© 2008 bcf2006
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