Friday, Jan. 06, 2006 - 11:28 a.m.
Some Days
Some days you're the door that was left open........
You slam constantly, back and forth making noise but knowingly not causing a threat. Sometimes you scream just to make noise, not to prove a point. If you get noticed you feel you've done your job. If you get reprimanded for your childish behavior you just look around and say it wasn't you.
Some days you're the rain from the storm.....
You get angry when things don't turn the way you had envisioned them to be. You swear, you complain bitch and moan. You manage to get things to turn ugly, just how you feel most of the time. You don't led on. If you were the rain you'd be the cold kind of rain, the one whos raindrops stung each time they land on dry skin. You see a moment of clarity and if it's not yours you'd pout and would somehow make it seem less interesting.
Some days I feel bad, for you resemble the clothes that are getting wet from the storm that's been brought on by the open doors....
You have a way of making others feel bad for you. Or is it that after knowing you they do? You poor thing, all thrown on the floor, drenched and filthy and with no proper accesories to console you. What's a damsel in distress like you supposed to do? Why don't you do what you do best and run along, invent new friends, new worlds, new lives and put the ones that do care, that do matter away. Either put them aside or hope that after all of this craziness is over they'll still be there. (10-31-05)
