I Am Alone In This World
That New Chapter: The Fog.... I'm not unhappy with this setting..
Nor upbeat...
More neutral
If anything...
The fog. The not knowing of when or where someone will reach to pull you back down or up.... Even if it means by your finger tips. Life has turned and settled onto a new time for me. I just lost someone of value... Who seems to be having life joyous and seems merry-making. But I see through it.. Like glass...
The strong ones... They are able to face the new chapter, even if it means, The Fog. I feel in halves... As if, one part of me is still focused on the past... the other, wondering the future..
This isn't some sappy story where you say "boo hoo, need a hug?" I mean, I just... Am alone in this. I basically had to abort a sinking boat so suddenly. The relationship just wasn't for us, I suppose. Though, I take up its time as a lesson... A lesson I'm still learning.
Life is moving so slow. I just want to hollor, "get a move on with it!" So much.. I need time away to go discover myself..
But with being strapped down by my mother, no room for developing. My opinions and beliefs are apparently, hideous in her narrow-minded view.. My form of dress makes me look like an old women.... But no. Am I a criminal for wanted to cover myself in a feminine way? Jeans are lovely... but long skirts are comfy.
Heh... Enough of that. This fog of life... It bothers me honestly. I feel so alone here.. No one who I can truthfully say, "gets me" as cliche as that may sound. My peers are different than me.... My family doesn't aknowlegde me.. Waves are crashing slow...
But, I am more determined to find myself. I refude to let others make me feel useless. I am a survivor... This chapter won't end here.. I'll tread forward... through the mud... rain... floods... and other things.
But I feel alone... Not sure where I'm heading off to... Give this to God... Hopefully, I'lll land somewhere meant for me.. No more cages..
With everyone gone... My independence significantally dropped... Wannn foop. So, what? Is this the reconstruction of it? Bleh... Just.. Build me a treehouse with a bicycle resting at the ba<x>se.... I wanna live... I wanna do this thing called life... I only got one shot. I aim for bullzye.
Nor upbeat...
More neutral
If anything...
The fog. The not knowing of when or where someone will reach to pull you back down or up.... Even if it means by your finger tips. Life has turned and settled onto a new time for me. I just lost someone of value... Who seems to be having life joyous and seems merry-making. But I see through it.. Like glass...
The strong ones... They are able to face the new chapter, even if it means, The Fog. I feel in halves... As if, one part of me is still focused on the past... the other, wondering the future..
This isn't some sappy story where you say "boo hoo, need a hug?" I mean, I just... Am alone in this. I basically had to abort a sinking boat so suddenly. The relationship just wasn't for us, I suppose. Though, I take up its time as a lesson... A lesson I'm still learning.
Life is moving so slow. I just want to hollor, "get a move on with it!" So much.. I need time away to go discover myself..
But with being strapped down by my mother, no room for developing. My opinions and beliefs are apparently, hideous in her narrow-minded view.. My form of dress makes me look like an old women.... But no. Am I a criminal for wanted to cover myself in a feminine way? Jeans are lovely... but long skirts are comfy.
Heh... Enough of that. This fog of life... It bothers me honestly. I feel so alone here.. No one who I can truthfully say, "gets me" as cliche as that may sound. My peers are different than me.... My family doesn't aknowlegde me.. Waves are crashing slow...
But, I am more determined to find myself. I refude to let others make me feel useless. I am a survivor... This chapter won't end here.. I'll tread forward... through the mud... rain... floods... and other things.
But I feel alone... Not sure where I'm heading off to... Give this to God... Hopefully, I'lll land somewhere meant for me.. No more cages..
With everyone gone... My independence significantally dropped... Wannn foop. So, what? Is this the reconstruction of it? Bleh... Just.. Build me a treehouse with a bicycle resting at the ba<x>se.... I wanna live... I wanna do this thing called life... I only got one shot. I aim for bullzye.
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