Mysia Hayling, 8 marca 2012
Who am I?
Why am I here?
The place seem familiar but do I belong here?
Why do you keep calling me a name that I can't place?
Are you mistaking me for another face?
Whydo you tell me I'm not wearing pants?
When I know I just put on one.
I closed the door, yet you said I left it open.
I must be made or you must be losing your mind
because I think you are blind.
I took a shower already, yet your convinced that I didn't bathe.
You're maybe a fortuneteller and can see into the crystal ball,
because I find you too fast that's all.
I know all my children yet you confuse my brain, telling me a pack of rubbage over and over again.
I'm fed up with you always on my case. I've lost my appetite for food and my mouth have no taste. I want you to shut your mouth, your constant blabbering I can do without. Between you and me which one belong in a cell, O you know what I can't tell.
Written by: Mysia Hayling – 7/3/12
©copyright 2012
Mysia Hayling, 8 marca 2012
I feel so helpless.
When I look into your eyes, it pierces my heart with pain.
Knowing you'll never be the same.
I stare deep into your eyes,
hoping that you'll know who's there.
My name I long to hear.
My eyes are filled with tears.
Thinking back over the past years.
O how your state of mind heightens my fears.
It can transcend through the blood and we can
suffer the same.
Once a man twice a child, the power all lies in the brain.
I ask the question,"Do you remember me over and over again?"
Your body is fragile like a newborn and you are like a rose among thorns. You fail to know what is wrong as your mind is no longer strong.
If you had a chance you will not have accepted this condition. Your mind has let you down, only the ones who truly care comes around. True love is not easily found. My heart bleeds to see what old age has done, and the man I once knew is gone.
Written by: Mysia Hayling – 7/3/12
©copyright 2012
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