Submitted May 6, 2000
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Untitled
by
TQ
Part I
I look at you,
Not knowing your intentions.
Are you for real?
Is this just a game?
You're a player,
In the game of life.
Not trying to make it more than what it is,
Trying to make it whatever you want it to be.
Unconsciously selfish in each and every way,
Trying to be a rebel,
Never pushing beyond what's expected of you.
You live each day,
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
Never making the best of what you have.
You try to sound sincere and real,
But you aren't.
You don't care,
Unless it hurts you.
Everyone sees it,
They know you aren't for real,
But they block it out,
Try to see you for something else,
Something you want to be seen as,
A guy that’s got it all together,
Playing the scene,
Enjoying life.
You know it ain't real.
I know too,
I try not to see it.
If only you could be straight with someone,
For once.
Your lips move silently,
To heavy beats,
That surface from your headphones.
People move around you like ghosts,
Their words blurred.
You observe. You watch. You analyze.
Smoothly making your move,
It's all planned.
Your words come from another world within your head,
A world hidden behind mysterious brown eyes,
And thoughtful expressions.
Your schemes and plans,
That no one ever sees,
Until it's too late.
Why does it have to be so complicated,
When it's so simple?
Part 2
Why do I trust you,
After you break my trust?
Why do I believe you'll keep a secret,
When I see that you can't?
It's like a roller coaster I have to ride,
There's no start,
And there's no end.
I tell myself not to,
I tell myself I won't,
I tell myself I don't…
But I do.
I keep thinking there's an explanation,
But there is none.
I keep believing there's something I'm missing,
But all I'm missing is everything I could have,
Without you on my mind.
You’re just like the others,
That caused me to put pen to paper,
And end up just where I began.
You find a way to get under my skin,
Without my knowing.
I feel stupid for letting it get to me,
I know I'm only making your plan work.
But I can't help myself.
I see the pointless and useless things you do,
Everyday.
It opens my eyes to the useless and tedious things I do,
And it makes me want to change,
Just so I won't be like you.
Submitted May 6, 2000