03-29-2012, 05:36 AM
There in the hall hundreds of kids passed me, they moved at lighting speed. The world about me moved so fast but here in my little space time moved so slowly, I sometimes catch glimpses of the kids. Eyes straight forward, unaware of what was about them, like drones. To them minutes felt like seconds and hours like minutes. To me... seconds felt like minutes and minutes like hours. Each step I took felt like a triathlon. A never changing beat.
Sitting and listening to the same old rabble, day in and day out. Shrivled vines my vocal cords, fading further back. Looking down upon myself, shadowed by everyone. "You shop there?" "You just have poor work ethnic" "He just doesn't care" what can I say? "Unlike you I'm poor so I can't shop at fancy places" "My emotional and physical health is more important than school? I can go back to school, I can't go back to my old body and emotional status" "No I don't care, I don't give a damn because no one listens, I've tried but it's always the same: dirty looks, a careless shrug, and a simple okay then it's dismissed. So I apologize for not caring, but you made me this way"
I oftenly find myself staring at ruins but to them it's a golden palace of paradise. You're all looking it, it doesn't seem so bad does it? But to me I'm looking out; forget the pen and letter, no one will respond. Forget the open hand, no one will hold on to you. Forget beds and pillows, you'll never be at rest. Forget the light, you'll never receive it. Forget the doors, they'll always be locked from the other side. Forget the waters, you'll never be able to sail away. Forget the skies, you'll never be able to fly away.
Sitting and listening to the same old rabble, day in and day out. Shrivled vines my vocal cords, fading further back. Looking down upon myself, shadowed by everyone. "You shop there?" "You just have poor work ethnic" "He just doesn't care" what can I say? "Unlike you I'm poor so I can't shop at fancy places" "My emotional and physical health is more important than school? I can go back to school, I can't go back to my old body and emotional status" "No I don't care, I don't give a damn because no one listens, I've tried but it's always the same: dirty looks, a careless shrug, and a simple okay then it's dismissed. So I apologize for not caring, but you made me this way"
I oftenly find myself staring at ruins but to them it's a golden palace of paradise. You're all looking it, it doesn't seem so bad does it? But to me I'm looking out; forget the pen and letter, no one will respond. Forget the open hand, no one will hold on to you. Forget beds and pillows, you'll never be at rest. Forget the light, you'll never receive it. Forget the doors, they'll always be locked from the other side. Forget the waters, you'll never be able to sail away. Forget the skies, you'll never be able to fly away.