I am surprised -at even myself
keeping up these sherades
regurtating my same ole practiced line- "Im good, Im doing just fine"
it leaves my lips so effortlessly
its almost like a joke you see, to know that I know something they dont know
i guess its my fault really because no one on this earth truly knows the real me
I apologize if you feel hoodwinked- tricked, that was not my intention
but I guess I should mention, that even I dont know who me is
the gift of sight brings along pain as its counterpart
simease twins- their one in the same
long distance cousins with love and war
ahhh sookie sookie now, the family tree has begun to shake
weak at its roots due to all the blood shed and heartache
i feel like a stranger -not to everyone else but to myself
to others im funny, a loyal friend, and sometimes a bitch
they know the me I show them, the mask- the cover up
somehow I feel like she burried
damn I wish I had a shovel, even I woulda dug her up
cleared off the dirt and dubree, breathed life into her lungs
transferring energy from my soul to hers
I mean from my soul to mines
see your just as confused as I
maybe the real me has things to hide
mentally unstable, the ruffeling of feathers maybe I just cant take
so I let this so called me live for me
smile, walk, talk, even love for me
that way I dont feel the pain, or dreary circumstance
atleast for now I can play make believe
so when you see me smile, or hear my laugh
dont take it personal, because for now even for me
its just easier to believe, that what you see is the real me
