What am I to you?
A creature with silly thoughts on my mind
A complicated person with secrets behind
Or some nonsense being in streets you’d find
What is there to me?
A treasure for years that has been hunted
A book-like life every one wanted to read
Or a rug full of dirt rarely ever wanted
I cannot answer the question I asked
It’s only you who know me deep inside
For I can never see what’s inside your heart
Or what is playing in your mind.
For these are the only things I know
Although sometimes it may never show
I tried to be someone the person you wanted me to be
Even it means hiding the true me.
At times when you are hurting
I tried making you smile
I tell you stories that would light you up
Although some of them are lies.
About that old and the same person
In times you keep repeating old stories
If I seemed not listening and would butt in
That’s because I want the pain to vanish.
In my really difficult times I opt to keep in silence
I didn’t only think you might have grown tired
I thought this is the best and the only way
To keep you from life’s dismay.
I’d like to believe that I was not hurt
Because I wanted to think more
That even I failed you would mean nothing
Because I am just here to complete things.
I’d like to believe I was not hurt
But still I cried
I just gave away a gift
So pleasant that someone dear to me was upset.
I never intended to complicate things
I just remember what we were used to be
Even the slightest gripe cannot escape
No matter how hard we tried to speak.
I was deeply wounded
Memories suddenly rushed in
Can’t we wear the same happy faces?
Or what we started are slowly being seizes?
**Posted: Sunday, January 2nd 20058:39 PM
