Moody
Taking action is useless when there isn't a result. Well, whatever...
Anyway, I was really moody in school today. Just for the record, everyone was minding their own business. I wonder when this "nonsense" will stop.
This is what I wrote today...
"No use doing something, when tomorrow is going to be the same.
You wished life wouldn't be as harsh.
The people who are with you, ALWAYS hurt you the most.
You wish it weren't true, but DAMN, it's true!
Deep inside it always hurts so bad.
Ignorance towards people, people you once hurt.
Not to keep them out, it's to keep yourself away for guilt.
Time makes the distance between people.
What would have been close, is but strangers now.
You wish to go away, far away from this life you know.
Starting afresh, never having contact to the past.
You want to love, but who would love you?
Pain and suffering, no one knows.
Grown-ups dismiss it as normal teen behaviour.
You stop to wonder, "Is it normal to be called a faggot?"
People judge so quickly, not a care to your feelings.
After all, who are you? what are you?
You mean nothing to no one..."
It's not meant to be poetic. Just less than more of what I feel. It's like, a broken glass, some people look and comment about it, while others look through it like it isn't there. TRANSPAPENT, thats what I am.
That's all folks... Ciao...
-Logen
Anyway, I was really moody in school today. Just for the record, everyone was minding their own business. I wonder when this "nonsense" will stop.
This is what I wrote today...
"No use doing something, when tomorrow is going to be the same.
You wished life wouldn't be as harsh.
The people who are with you, ALWAYS hurt you the most.
You wish it weren't true, but DAMN, it's true!
Deep inside it always hurts so bad.
Ignorance towards people, people you once hurt.
Not to keep them out, it's to keep yourself away for guilt.
Time makes the distance between people.
What would have been close, is but strangers now.
You wish to go away, far away from this life you know.
Starting afresh, never having contact to the past.
You want to love, but who would love you?
Pain and suffering, no one knows.
Grown-ups dismiss it as normal teen behaviour.
You stop to wonder, "Is it normal to be called a faggot?"
People judge so quickly, not a care to your feelings.
After all, who are you? what are you?
You mean nothing to no one..."
It's not meant to be poetic. Just less than more of what I feel. It's like, a broken glass, some people look and comment about it, while others look through it like it isn't there. TRANSPAPENT, thats what I am.
That's all folks... Ciao...
-Logen
