strengthincharacter!
28-12-12, 01:59
I saw this blog on another site I am on. It literally took the words right out of my mouth. Though I did not write it, when trying to some up all that I am going through this is EXACTLY it! Much credit to the author dcstranger.
A book's worth of things I need to say to you but you don't read, so I guess this distance is the only thing we share...
I know I'm not pretty, I'm not shiny...broken like most things that fall.
A real conversation is hard to find these day's...
Too much pride, too much assumptions....too much unforgiving, yet I try....Still I try, why?
What is love? And why does it make me feel like I can’t give up on you?
Why do I care?
Why do I keep choosing to put myself in harm’s way....and why is it you want to hurt me?
Why is it you always have to be right? And why do you only get to talk?
Why do you lie...why did you trick me?
I'm realizing now, I'm the fool.
Should I say thank you for this wonderful treatment?
Should I play follow the leader?
Should I not care about dignity and truth?
Should my world stop when you speak, when you act?
You pretend and run away and I'm supposed to not notice you’re a coward?
Treat me like I'm weak...
Kiss my f@ckING ASS! TWICE!
You play the victim...make excuses!
The fact that I can't sit in front of you and come to a compromise means you don't want to Compromise. It’s all or nothing for you, never taking time to realize that I'm standing right in front of you and there are two people in this equation, not one!
How can you come to terms with your decisions...how can you believe your correct for judging those that don't do what you do?
Why does it have to be your way?
Why do you have to be a dictator?
Why do you have to rule over?
Is it that hard to watch someone that isn't you?
I imagine it feels good to you when you make the rules?
I bet you feel power...you feel control, you feel number one!
Staring down at me, like I can't see you.
You either poke and pry or hide behind your eyes...either way; you’re mean, and wrong.
And that's the real issue right....YOUR WRONG!
So afraid...that you will lie and always lie when faced with that fear.
And you force that sh*t onto my life and act superior...
and question me when I feel you’re the problem.
Can't be you, right?
Childish games...you can never say anything blunt.
And when you know I can see you...you act dumb like I'm the one with the issue.
yet I try...still I try to make things work...
Why is it so hard to act nice...why is it so hard to choose to be nice?
I can’t change the wrong in this world...I can’t even change the complications in the few relationships I hold.
I can try...but it's not up to me and I'm getting that now.
If this is what you want...then this is what you asked for...
Love is not strong enough to change someone’s mind...when that mind fears love.
You cut string like its easy
and right now this is the hardest thing I'm trying to do...
Sometimes I wonder how much heart to have in this world...because I used to think having a heart was a good thing.
Evidently being too sensitive...caring too much, in this world....is not a smart choice to make...
people will use you....
steal and take whatever gets them by....
I'm an object...
and when I'm gone...
I'll be a faint image in your head...of someone you used to know, nothing more.
Yet I try, still I try....why?
"dcstranger"
A book's worth of things I need to say to you but you don't read, so I guess this distance is the only thing we share...
I know I'm not pretty, I'm not shiny...broken like most things that fall.
A real conversation is hard to find these day's...
Too much pride, too much assumptions....too much unforgiving, yet I try....Still I try, why?
What is love? And why does it make me feel like I can’t give up on you?
Why do I care?
Why do I keep choosing to put myself in harm’s way....and why is it you want to hurt me?
Why is it you always have to be right? And why do you only get to talk?
Why do you lie...why did you trick me?
I'm realizing now, I'm the fool.
Should I say thank you for this wonderful treatment?
Should I play follow the leader?
Should I not care about dignity and truth?
Should my world stop when you speak, when you act?
You pretend and run away and I'm supposed to not notice you’re a coward?
Treat me like I'm weak...
Kiss my f@ckING ASS! TWICE!
You play the victim...make excuses!
The fact that I can't sit in front of you and come to a compromise means you don't want to Compromise. It’s all or nothing for you, never taking time to realize that I'm standing right in front of you and there are two people in this equation, not one!
How can you come to terms with your decisions...how can you believe your correct for judging those that don't do what you do?
Why does it have to be your way?
Why do you have to be a dictator?
Why do you have to rule over?
Is it that hard to watch someone that isn't you?
I imagine it feels good to you when you make the rules?
I bet you feel power...you feel control, you feel number one!
Staring down at me, like I can't see you.
You either poke and pry or hide behind your eyes...either way; you’re mean, and wrong.
And that's the real issue right....YOUR WRONG!
So afraid...that you will lie and always lie when faced with that fear.
And you force that sh*t onto my life and act superior...
and question me when I feel you’re the problem.
Can't be you, right?
Childish games...you can never say anything blunt.
And when you know I can see you...you act dumb like I'm the one with the issue.
yet I try...still I try to make things work...
Why is it so hard to act nice...why is it so hard to choose to be nice?
I can’t change the wrong in this world...I can’t even change the complications in the few relationships I hold.
I can try...but it's not up to me and I'm getting that now.
If this is what you want...then this is what you asked for...
Love is not strong enough to change someone’s mind...when that mind fears love.
You cut string like its easy
and right now this is the hardest thing I'm trying to do...
Sometimes I wonder how much heart to have in this world...because I used to think having a heart was a good thing.
Evidently being too sensitive...caring too much, in this world....is not a smart choice to make...
people will use you....
steal and take whatever gets them by....
I'm an object...
and when I'm gone...
I'll be a faint image in your head...of someone you used to know, nothing more.
Yet I try, still I try....why?
"dcstranger"