You Can’t Move Me

September 15th, 2009

What do you see when you look in the mirror
Because I feel like what you see is wrong
Who you are is said to be me
But I’ve known you all along
Maybe you’re too blind to tell
But I’m starting to see you
And it’s scary because I hate who you are
But there’s not much I can do
I see the way you act
But you pretend like that’s me
Your negative qualities
Are who I’m said to be
But I could be wrong
I could be becoming who you are
Then you made me like this
Because you pushed me too far
Always acting like you’re better than me
But I’ve got nothing to prove
And if I don’t stand my ground
You’re going to make me move
And I do this as my resentment towards you
This is the side of me that you see
And if you don’t change your ways
This is all you’ll ever know of me


September 14th, 2009

I saw my reflection
But I should have known better
And I splashed her away
Because she’s too under the weather
How was it supposed to be like this
I thought the rain would go away
I thought I picked a better destination
But it rerouted a different way
I thought I finally knew where to go
Until I came to a dead end
And seeing from the other side
Maybe I was only just a friend
You tricked me with your words
Made me believe in something new
I never thought I could fall that fast
Especially for someone like you
And the puddles on the ground
Show me everywhere that I go
And I splashed them away
Because it’s something I should know
I should know how to deal with myself
I need to control how I feel
My impulse behavior has got to go
Because I got entangled in a dream that wasn’t real


September 13th, 2009

I can stare into your eyes, but they’re pixelated on a screen, and that’s as much of them that I can see. So close has never seemed so far away, when you’re stuck on the other end of a phone, a computer, technology is as close as I can get to you, still too far away. I never knew I could feel like this, lost inside myself, inside my words, fallen into an endless black hole in a screen full of your eyes. Years of who I was before, led me into who I am now, and because of you, that is who I don’t know anymore. My attention grabbers don’t seem to work for you, and I’m speechless because you make me scared, you make me nervous, and I don’t want to screw this up. You don’t really know who I am, and you appear to like me anyways, but I’m scared that will change. I want you to know who I am, and to like me anyways, because I like this feeling I get from you. But can I handle this?