Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I know that i'm a plaster,
but do you know that you're a knife?
stabbing, slicing, carving out
the little issues of life.
You see i'm only one plaster,
but you are just one knife
but scratching the same old wound again
would prove my usage useless
I try to step beyond
to see things a little further.
i really cannot understand
how you expect me to fit in.
I'm no longer in a bubble,
yes you made that very clear
but it really doesn't help
when there is a double standard
You've made the other bandages
all rot away
they can never help you out again
to repair the damage done
Now the rotten bandages
are turning into sharpen knives too
what am i suppose to do?
remain a plaster too?
the inevitable is happening
and yet you don't understand
the critisms affect the never healing wound.
you expect me to be the glue
but i don't know how to be that too
the pieces of the picture
has broken to unfittable edges.
the more i step away
the more i see it too
the endless abyss
forming right under my shoe.
Do you think I can't be affected?
Do you think I can remain neutral?
Do you know i'm no longer bright and cheery
but just as gloomy too?
I'm turning into a knife
no, i cannot be objective
Yes maybe it was a defect to begin with
but why continue to harp on it?
The wound too is not trying,
so easily infected,
but who would bother to even care
about a rotten piece of flesh?
My heart is all but dry.
I never knew it would hurt.
I never knew i cared so much
resigned to be aloof.
I don't know how to help.
I can't repair myslef.
How do you presume
I'm going to repair the others?
Is this what we have become?
So astrange to each other?
not caring, not bothering
destined to be apart.
kickin' [20:51]
