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sherockachild22
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goodbye

Posted by sherockachild22 - June 12th, 2009


we haunt each other...
i haunt them and they haunt me, its the way things just happen to be.

we don't have much say these days, because i can't control them anymore.
i can't believe i just lay here on this floor.

day in and day out nothing changes;
the world spins round and yet nothing falls off.

gravity; applied force and counteract the force...
everything is running its course.

all i see when i look around me are fake smiles looking back.
tears silently roll down the cheeks, bobbing over the creases from those cheesy fake grins.

i cringe inside, someones smile just went limp, they broke the mold of old.
questions pop up, opinions are buried under lies.

you wear that mask; yet it doesn't only hide your face...
you've hidden the opinions, beliefs and other such differences,
Just to be a barbie of the modern world.

off the spot i got a little bored with my last post, this is pretty lame itself... just words grouped together.

goodbye


Comments

if you need muffins i've got plenty of 'em

Sounds like the party was a real bore.

nah, actually the party was heaps of fun.. the poem was just something last night party was a week or so ago. :)

Music makes me loose control. I love it!

your poem may just be words grouped together But the bottom half from "all i see when i look around me are fake smiles looking back." on makes seance to me.

People like that ...well I'll be there friend but I feel sorta bad for them, that they are actually bound by other people ...what other people like and what other people do. They change them selves too "fit". Just to fit. I mean I care what people think but only the people that mean something to me ...people who I want to make a good impression on. . .I also can be inspired by people but never forced into a mold.

Hey I wrote a poem on my post ...this one is off the top of my head though.

Guess the feeling I'm describing.