in years you will wish,
that everything had been simple
and that you had not lost sight of dreams
amidst good intentions and bad impressions.
because nothing is as it seems,
yet we make our peace with everything.
i am the sound,
of your voice hanging in the air.
i am the animal you keep well hidden,
in the back of your head, causing you to pull at your hair.
are you scared?
why will no one ever be as terrified of me
(because nightmares are only when
your conscience sleeps with you)
as i am of myself?
at a stop sign, in a snowstorm,
i've never felt so alone.
and i've never needed someone so bad.
not for company,
no i need you, to recreate myself
in your questioning eyes-
maybe this time i will write answers
that i can convince myself to believe.
i've always had a problem with authority,
i've always had a problem with growing up.
so many hopes built on so much uncertainty
when i was young i was wise,
and as i grew older i grew wiser-
and more adept at fooling myself.
but now i have accepted,
i'm much better off being hated than being loved.
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