I’m on a stage, only me,
There are cardboard houses, cars, trees, grass, and birds.
There is a audience of cardboard,
staring into my soul, haunting me;
Watching me suffer.
Im trapped, the trapped star of the show.
I don’t know what to do but scream.
I’m going mad, becoming like the
Mad hatter in my dream.
I’m walking down a street.
I then fall down a waterfall of tears;
The tears of sadness.
The tears that was never invited and
The tears that never stop.
I don’t know why I’m falling.
But a mask comes over my face,
That covers people from seeing my tears.
A mask of happiness, joy, and excitement.
While I’m falling down this waterfall of tears.
My imperfections, my scars;
I’m not perfect but some are.
There flawless skin, there perfect teeth And there Perfect shape.
They have so much luck; they have nothing to waste.
While I sit here and sulk
Dreading life and wasting all.
I am nothing like the perfects,
But nothing like an imperfect;
I am beyond.
I’m out of this world that nobody can see.
They are all blinded; except for me.
I see past there looks and I see past there
Scars; I see past the words that covers us all.
I am alone in this beyond world;
In this beyond world nobody can see.
In this beyond world I still have questions
In this beyond world that I have no idea where it is taking me.
Pictures in my eyes
I take a picture
These pictures are my eyes.
These pictures tell me what’s real
And what is all in my mind.
My pupils cant tell me
They only tell me lies.
Lost and intimidated
My pictures will one day tell me.
Tell me when my search is over
And when I find;
What is real and
What is all in my mind.
Life is mystery,
At least it is for me
I don’t know what’s real and
I don’t know what’s fake
I just go along with everything,Acting
and pretending like I’m on a stage
So lost and so afraid.
I’m in this world,
I don’t even know if this
Is a world or anything at all
Is this heaven or hell?
All I know is that I am
Burning inside and out of
the sun shines through the water like
Crystals. It Glimmers and shines.
The fish glide through the water like there nothing but fine.
The waves ice skate over
And over again waiting for sleep.
The water gets deeper and deeper until, you can’t feel the sand beneath your feet.
The sand that is as white As paper, and smooth like a seal. The sand that
Nobody forgets and the water that nobody remembers.
Until we are back again.