Poetry

Sit In Scorn

I sit and scorn right here my dear,
Smoking and trying to remove my fear.
The smoke rises and I'm forced to face,
The dark patchery of my place.

When I am brave enough to be happy,
I will fight my pain,
But through the heavy tappestry
Things never seem so plain.

So I sit here with my stick
Thinking about the prick
That hurt. Letting me know I am alive
With a fighting chance to happily survive.

There is one thing that I got
That noone else can claim.
Lots of new things I learn
Trying to turn pages to champagne.

All I want to say is that
These feelings don't all feel great.
The way that some people claim
They help them to escape.
But I give it my everything
And this is just the beginning
Of something that will be.
A new and unshapely me.

One that has the gun
That shoots out something fun
But you don't want to hear this
You would rather sulk
In the misery beauty lies in
As if it had some stock.
Don't you worry baby
You can be as sad as you would like.
But smiling for you
Breaks me open like a dike.
The water comes
Rushing through these eyes
That could never see
And it cures the pain in which it hides
The wealth thats inside me.

So simple is the lie
That "I have nothing left to give."
I have everything for you
As soon as I remove the shrowd that hid
The beauty in myself. Go fishing for something true
And the water over here is salty and its blue.
Don't worry for me no longer
You can be as mad as you would like
But it will never cure the things
That you might dislike.
You don't have to be like me
'cause i sure won't be you.
Lets just forget this happened
And push for something new.