Post by Takkiko on Feb 7, 2010 9:21:18 GMT -5
I am not the kind person, that I let you see.
Hidden anger strikes me to the marrow in my bones,
rising only when I am pushed at my nerves.
Waves of sadness, from a ocean of uncried tears,
sometimes overcome the tatters of the soul I contain within.
There is a darker side,
a crueler under tone to this girl you think you know.
These masks, this dance, this wordless trance.
How much farther must it go?
Hidden anger strikes me to the marrow in my bones,
rising only when I am pushed at my nerves.
Waves of sadness, from a ocean of uncried tears,
sometimes overcome the tatters of the soul I contain within.
There is a darker side,
a crueler under tone to this girl you think you know.
These masks, this dance, this wordless trance.
How much farther must it go?