Monday, June 12, 2006

My Fears Have Become My Phobias

Staying away from the mirrors
I wish not to see myself
Wondering why it is that I hate myself
Every picture of me is full of imperfections
There is one that loves me
And I sit and wonder how this could be
I'm full of every wrong thing
Yet she is still there to see me through
Unafraid of the blackness I hold inside
She's addicted to me and I can't understand
When there are so many better fish in the sea
That she could just stop and pick me
What makes me so great
What makes me stand out
In my mind I see nothing
Though others see something magnificent
Now my poetic mind begins to stop
As your beauty makes me tongued tied
And the fear I hold of losing you
Has become my unknown phobia
This terror overtakes me and I stop breathing
Silently dying I begin to burn
I can't stand anything about me
How is it that you can love me?
The world now crashes around me
Will I ever be free to love just me?
Something tells me yes and something says no
Tell me how I must feel
Tell me how it is I make you feel
For if I understand my effect of others
Maybe I can pass some over to me
But I'm tired of being alone and afraid
As letting go is so hard, even with all I am I want to say goodbye
O what is this life of mine coming to?
Lost in a world where I'm the one without hope
The exhorter made to be a victim in a world of servants
There will always be some dead body connected to me
Yet my blessed among women remains
Why is it that you don't want to run away?
My flesh smells of decay, can't you see me rotting?
This is making my head spin and I don't know the reason why
Reality and fear seem to now be mixing
As ghostly images pass from my eyes to the earth
Can you just stop and read my mind
Tell me exactly what it is I need to hear
I wish to no longer suffer this way
Someone come and heal me, someone take the pain

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