Post by Pandie on Jul 15, 2010 17:41:51 GMT -5
You ever feel that your life is not your own anymore? That, somehow, you lost sight of your goal? Was it because you were too busy trying to fit in? Or because everything went wrong? Was it because you only wanted what was best for you? Or maybe because you gave up on what you wanted and instead did what everyone else wanted? Or perhaps you never had a goal? Maybe just surviving day after day was your goal... Either way, your outlook on life changed... You not longer expect anything from anyone or anything. You finally caved in and just became what you were suppose to become. Did what you were suppose to do.
Sometimes life seems it has no meaning to it. That every day you wake up, you think whats the point? Nothings ever going to change, and you're always going to be on the outside looking in.
You talk to people whom call you their friend, and yet you heed nothing they say. You could have many people around, and still feel alone in the world. And no matter what you do to try and change that, that feeling just never goes away.
Maybe it comes with a broken heart? Or maybe it only happens when your faith is shaken. Your beliefs disappear. Your hopes burn. Either way, the feeling of being alone is always there. A constant reminder that there is no where you belong.
And maybe you can laugh and joke, and present a good time to those around you, but that is simply a skill. A talent of acting. Of putting yourself in someone else's shoes for a moment, until there is no one around, and then there is no more pretending.
You have the habit of thinking that life could not possibly get any worse, but then it always does. And you know that one day, you won't walk away from it intact.
But what happens when you dont remember why you had the goal you had? What if there's no way to win? No way to survive? What then?
You simply learn to live one day at a time, even if you wont live long. You learn to pretend that everything is okay. That everyone is great. And that you are a survivour. But of what? Of life? Please... Life is but a stage. A test, really. To see how strong you really are.
You keep your deepest worries buried inside. Your pain, your hurt, even your truth stays with you and only you. You worry that others will judge you if they know... And they will. Its a sad turth of reality in the twentyith century.
So, you spend each day with the personally built mask forever upon your face, to keep not only those out.. But yourself in. Each day becomes more and more pointless. More and more lonely. And you know.. Deep inside you know.. There is no escape.
Sometimes life seems it has no meaning to it. That every day you wake up, you think whats the point? Nothings ever going to change, and you're always going to be on the outside looking in.
You talk to people whom call you their friend, and yet you heed nothing they say. You could have many people around, and still feel alone in the world. And no matter what you do to try and change that, that feeling just never goes away.
Maybe it comes with a broken heart? Or maybe it only happens when your faith is shaken. Your beliefs disappear. Your hopes burn. Either way, the feeling of being alone is always there. A constant reminder that there is no where you belong.
And maybe you can laugh and joke, and present a good time to those around you, but that is simply a skill. A talent of acting. Of putting yourself in someone else's shoes for a moment, until there is no one around, and then there is no more pretending.
You have the habit of thinking that life could not possibly get any worse, but then it always does. And you know that one day, you won't walk away from it intact.
But what happens when you dont remember why you had the goal you had? What if there's no way to win? No way to survive? What then?
You simply learn to live one day at a time, even if you wont live long. You learn to pretend that everything is okay. That everyone is great. And that you are a survivour. But of what? Of life? Please... Life is but a stage. A test, really. To see how strong you really are.
You keep your deepest worries buried inside. Your pain, your hurt, even your truth stays with you and only you. You worry that others will judge you if they know... And they will. Its a sad turth of reality in the twentyith century.
So, you spend each day with the personally built mask forever upon your face, to keep not only those out.. But yourself in. Each day becomes more and more pointless. More and more lonely. And you know.. Deep inside you know.. There is no escape.
