They want me to live.
I want me to die.
They want me to laugh.
I want me to cry.
They want me to accept.
Still I wonder why.
Pulled to the left.
When I want to stick right.
Everything's so weird.
But I don't want to fight.
I just want to be
What I was, what you were, what we were last week.
Together.
But we're not
And I'm now stuck
Between a rock.
And a much larger rock.
Which one is more powerful
I can never tell.
Both of them can double
As a tormented hell
Where nothing makes sense --
Everything's so wrong.
I want to disappear
Or spackle the hole
In my heart and in my soul.
And make amends and be alright.
But it's harder than it seems
Especially when you're stuck
Between a rock,
and a much larger rock.

03/05/2003

Posted on 03/05/2003
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