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By Ali Date: 2002 May 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.23.07.10.4743]] |
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Apparently, I'm not supposed To care-- Or so you told me, quietly. Well, I will not apologize For what I feel, And so what if I don't belong? I'm understated, Or I'm overstated, And generally I'm just plain Misunderstood. You look to me as if to say, "Look at what you've done, You silly little girl," And I watch you smile Through clenched teeth-- Tell me again, How it is that you live? You breathe in false, Self-righteous slumber, Living and subsiting In a semi-functional Gray colored haze, But you see only black Or white-- Ironic, no? I guess you could say That I imagined too much Too soon, As opposed to too little Too late-- It's always something with you. There are stormclouds In your eyes, But they did not collect In anger, They exist because You long to let go But can't, Or won't. So everything builds, The winds pick up, The songs hits a high note, And you try to blame me-- But you won't find release That way-- You'll just add to the storm. In learned helpless you struggle, Looking to angels that are no longer There to aid, I suppose I want to help you, But I'm not supposed to care. |