As you don't seem to see..., by Maren Subscribe to rss feed for Maren

Again you don't know what's wrong,
again you actually just want to leave,
but this time you won't get me wrong,
this time you're going to see.

There you are impatiently,
waiting for me to tell,
not because you're dying to know,
but because you're dying to go.

You don't want to know the reason for this,
to you the whole thing would better be dismissed,
and as you're standing there it's me who's crying,
as you are laughing it's me who's dying.

And yes, again I'm exaggerating,
again I am acting just like kid,
but it's all because you never wonder,
it's all because you don't look under.

Because if you did, if you saw what's underneath,
maybe you'd act differently, maybe I could breath,
If you had seen back then what you didn't wanna see,
you probably would have seen me as me.

But you didn't see me, all you did see was a face,
a face of a girl leading a perfect life,
a face of a girl having friends and a great family,
a face of a girl living unlike you in reality.

You never even wondered why I needed you so bad,
you never even wondered if you were all I had,
You never even wondered why for real I was sad,
you never even wondered what it really was you had.

And no, I am not telling you you lost the perfect girl,
exactly this is what I am trying to say,
that in reality and in my mind I am not perfect at all,
that it is really and sincerely me who's trying to fall.

Have you ever had to do what your body told you to?
Have you ever heard the voice telling you what to do?
Have you ever done something you knew was wrong?
Have you ever gone somewhere you didn't belong?

You don't know what it's like to go there after each meal,
you don't know what it's like to pretend sick you feel,
you don't know what it's like sitting on the bathroomfloor,
you don't know what it's like to always check the door.

Well, now that's what it is, that's what I'm trying to say,
that's what I've been doing when all you did was play,
I didn't see a reason so I started to doubt,
to you I wasn't perfect, so I looked for a way out.







Posted: 2005-09-12 20:25:27 UTC

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2005-09-20 11:55:10Preston
This made me think-of how I might be ignoring the feelings of people who I see as more fortunate than me. You bring up all kinds of feelings, and that's a good poem.