RandomAtaxia

Scribblings and Such
2002-04-26 03:48:10 (UTC)

Its just a job

Tonight I was told to leave for the night. It was my house
but I was momentarily kicked out. How I hate them both
tonight. They want each other, okay fine. But to make me
homeless even for an evening....

I work all the time, I work so they don't have to. I give
to them they take from me where is the exchange. He works
with me sometimes but I cover for him. I work when he wants
to play.

I look into their eyes, so blue, so similar to each others
and want to disappear. Sometimes I touch the oven to feel
alive. Ghosting my way through life right now. Only the old
seem to see me, to want to see me.

I keep pretending that Im not angry. But I am. I want this
to stop, stop the games and stop lying to me. If you want
me to leave say so, if you want me to stay too bad. Im done
with this. Game over. You lose. The funny thing is that
you'll never know. I won't tell you. I'll disappear and
you'll wonder. Which is worse, disappearing or becomeing
invisible. Sometimes I wonder if I caught on fire would you
see me. Or would you see the shadows I cast.




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