Chains of Emotion
I see my eyes in a mirror on the wall,
eyes reflecting the fact that they've seen it all.
I often wonder why I continue to fight,
when I have to face my own emotions at the end of each night.
I can see what I always lock away so carefully.
I'm forced to keep it inside so no one else can see.
I wish there was a way for you to understand my faked smile.
I wish I could speak these things once in a while.
Do my friends know how hard it is for me to speak?
The memories take me to leave me soft and meek.
But I can't really show them how I feel.
And so I hover in the balence between false and real.
If only I had the freedom they'd always known.
I could finally leave where these friendship seeds were sown.
But if it were a choice and my chains were free,
would I want to leave the people who see past it and love me?
So I hover betwen the real and the lies.
Full of pain and hatred and full of surprise.
But even as emotion holds me I wonder where I'd go,
If the chains that were emotion didn't hold me so.
And if I could speak would I want to be free?
Or would I rather hide between what I know and what they believe is me?
If I were someone else, would this all fall away?
Or could I finally leave behind whatI hate at the end of the day?
Raventhedarkgoddess: Crappy poem. R+R.