Living A Lie
By Maria Valdez
January 15, 2010
Why is it that I always have to scribble things out
How come I don't find words to describe what I'm about
A box full of happy memories from the past haunt my mind
Even though I'm yearning to go back I move on
Never leaving anything behind
So enclosed so trapped in this body of mine are feelings
Indescribable to the human kind
I search a better way in my life all the time
Listen close to this poem my very blue rhymes
Every little thing in my room that you think and call trash
Are the things I miss very much and cause me to crash
Pictures from the past timeline was
When I seemed happier at the time
And as I move forward I seem to get deeper and deeper in a
Black paved line
Phone numbers that people told me they would have forever
Change drastically as for an address I send unmailed letters
One second I'm still in touch and the next is someone
Unknown that I don't miss as much
The place I stay at now is far from home
Finding myself with a lot of people but still feeling alone
Longing to go back to my old life would be really neat
But if I do that would seem weak
So many goals I make for myself that I have no choice to meet
So many people who ask me to talk but give me no
Chance to speak
How and why? Are my questions to thee
That want me to say what's better for me
When do I get what I want in my life
When all you tell me that what I want is not right
Then why do you ask me and then make me cry
When will I get the chance to make my dreams a reality
Because right now you're making me live a lie
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