(yet some more of my old stuff)
Shallow, indistinct
Thoughts run through my head
With them towards reality
Baby, I am led
Maybe I'm just crazy
Or, God forbid, I'm sane
But in the end, in their eyes
Maybe I am plain
They sell truth and salvation
With their make-up, hair and lies
With their new kinds of old*
Their silicone disguise
But I'm not ready
To comprimise what's me
Growing high on pretence
And shallow-nimity**
If you want to be part of
Their regurgitated shit
I can't follow you far
Won't play another ditz
They sell truth and salvation
With their lipstick, clothes and eyes
But I won't give up
The morals they despise
And if I can't be happy
Who is there to blame?
My "unbreakable morality",
Or them and their mind games?
It's a struggle I can't win
A comic catch twenty-two
With my beliefs I am lonely
But without them I am...who?
They sell truth and salvation
They'll cut you down to size
They sell that (real) friendship
We've come to idolize
I yell: "No more pretence!"
Yet I side with them still
A silent partner
But of my own free will?
And if this is my future
And there's no great escape
Why bother writing?
This isn't poetry...
*Busted! Regurgitated line :P
**Shallow + Anonimous as an adjective...yes, I do enjoy making up words! Jabberwocky much?
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