songs of solitude;

thank you

Thank you for saying what I needed to hear--
the truth, sparing nothing for my expense.
I'm trying to stand, although I am weak
and tired, as my battered self clings to this fence;

a fence that i built for myself long ago
to keep everything in, and let little out.
No one can see what I feel on my face;
I will quietly speak though I secretly shout:

YOU FOOLISH GIRL! Are you that naive?
Did honestly, truly, sincerely believe
that you might find anything different than before?
(as you walk around moping, your heart on the floor)
Wake up! This is no fairy tale setting!
You're too different-- so how do you keep forgetting?
You know you were never meant to find
that, after which you hopelessly pine.

SLAP!

Put your armour back on and harden your heart
It is such notions that make you weak.
Be guarded; never vulnerable.
Be sensible; never sensitive.
Be strong; never weak.

Go on! Have a happy heart!
You do not need to feel pain if you deny the existence
of love.

~np

posted by crooked girl @ 11:21 PM