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My Obsession

Contributed by forgottensorrow on Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 04:00:27 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

You see me strong
But it's an illusion, illusion
You see me smiling, laughing
But it's an illusion, illusion
Inside I'm dying
Inside I'm crying

This obsession is taking over me
Why was I born to believe this way?
Why do I have to suffer?
I want to be the one to take over me
But every time I try, I fail
I feel I'm controlling when I do this
But it's just my obsession
My obsession is taking over me
My obsession makes me happy
My obsession makes me weak
Weak to myself
My obsession is not of what I can speak
You can never know it, althought it make become visible to your blind eyes

I want you to know
I don't want to hide it any longer
I want to grow
But you knowing is too wrong
Wrong in more ways than I can tell
I just want to yell
"Get me out of this hell"
But when I'm the one that made it
I'm the one with the key to the lock
The lock is on the outside
I'm on the inside

Half wanting to escape
Half waiting, waiting for my reward

The reward my obsession offers
What I get after I suffer
The goal that makes me happy
Happy to the bones

I know you can't see through my illusion
I build it up well
So with my illusion I'll keep smiling strong
While inside I die
While inside I cry

Copyright © forgottensorrow ... [ 2005-03-23 16:00:27]
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Re: My Obsession (User Rating: 1 )
by smiley_jennyxoxo on Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 06:53:46 PM AEST
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that was a great poem, sounds like u hide inside urself quite a bit, u should be more open to ppl u can trust and u could become happier. Keep writing, this poem was good.

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