What I NeedA Poem by DeyeilSome people just can see beneath my mask...
Up in the sky, the stratosphere,
I keep looking around, but you're not here. What I've been missing, but I can't see, Is that what I really need, is me. If I listen I can hear the voice inside, "Tell me what you want, what you've denied." A slice of love, I think I'm overdue. But love from me and not from you. I've been to worlds where you'll never go. I've been through horrors that I'll never show. La la la la la la, I can't hear the things you say. I need time for me, and that time is today. I make my heart thump to the beat, Of a tune in my head, to take me out of my seat. I'll let my world stop, I'll let my pulse race, I'll let the bass drop, I'll run at my pace Get a little closer, and you'll understand, How I dance and grin, how I get up and stand. How I stop the thoughts, pushed into my head, Like the very first night I was pushed to the bed, Take a walk in my shoes, and you'll get a taste, Of the innocence inside, not virgin or chaste. Walk the line at my side, take a sip of my wine, Fall into my darkness, and see how I shine. Run into the arms of the sweetest pain, Fall into the embrace of painful pleasure, Swim through the air in the darkest of rain, Stand in the sun and take my measure. Spend a day in my life, it'll never be dull. Spend a night in my bed, consequences to hell. Now flee to the side of life that is sanity, You've had your fun, but now you're free. You think it's a game, you still don't see, That this is my truth, that this is me. I'm the best and worst that you'll ever know, So I won't shed a tear, when you finally go. Crazy and heartfelt, tipsy curvey, upside down. Dead in the city, walking dead in the town. Layers on layers, a walking contradiction, Absolute fact under a pretense of fiction. So a mile isn't nearly far enough, Not nearly enough to know if you're tough- -enough to be with me at the end. Enough to be called by the name "My Friend" Walk a thousand, and you'll never unmask, The evil inside, the dark taste in the flask. Or the brightness hidden in my shriveled heart. You'll never know, but this is a start. Not that I need it, because I'm finally free. Free to see what I can be, when I'm finally me. © 2016 DeyeilAuthor's Note
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