-I am a horrible person, and the worst part is, I'm not sorry...That's life, or at least that's my definition of it. Learning and dealing with the fact that you and everyone else you know is a horrible person, and that I'm the worst."
Those were my thoughts a few minutes ago, and those are the main thoughts in my head most of the time. Don't get me wrong, I believe you can become a better person, but you can never change. And no that is not contradictory, because changing and becoming are two different things. To become is to be that all along inside, to change is to turn into something or someone else. A human impossibility, only the things around us change. WE DON'T But that's just my opinion on things, and I don't mind you all disagreeing! After all, we agree to disagree in beliefs^^
But never the less, a poem!
Title: Mrs. Horrible
Hello monster in my closet,
Chastising, clawing at my throat,
Are words your conscience never hears.
The one that withered inside you.
The voice in the back of my head slows my footsteps here.
When I should be running,
For instincts are betrayed.
Your my chance to walk away,
But I always shut you out,
For lack of better words and reasons.
Never listening to the best thing,
All the good parts.
Mrs. Monster,
Scoundrel, keeper of the rats.
Bite your tongue,
Your bloodied teeth,
Chisled grisly grin.
Shut me out,
I'll be okay,
Call me every name,
I'm a monster, I know.
No hand needs held right now,
No words uttered in the speaking silence.
Tomorrow, today, yesterday,
Known, unknown, remembered.
Forgotten...
NEVER FORGETTABLE, or unforgivable.
I'm the line between my mind,
And I'm not giving in,
Giving up just to win.
You'll never get it,
Never see the way I do.
My thoughts differ.
Its' true.
Never see what's up my sleeve,
The secrets in my head.
I can look in the mirror,
I can sleep in bed.
UNLIKE YOU in so many ways.
Mrs. Monster, scoundrel, cheat, liar, breaker,
Dig your claws in, sink in your teeth,
Blood on your hands, and lack of grief.
I hope you're deep,
Because you'll need to hang on.
I will be the death of you.
Even if I kill me too.
^^ NO, I don't feel that way (about the me dying too part anyway!^^)
Thanks for reading, please comment, if you want.
^^
~Sparkles~
Life: 08/31/09 | Posted By: sparklingwave | 0 comments
