Post by Widow on Feb 5, 2006 8:57:26 GMT -6
(I wasn't sure if this was inspirational or dark, so...)
Hiding
I know...
You don't know I know.
You don't know I exist;
But I know.
I know of the past you faced without being the unwanted female.
I know of the present you embrace without being the one you love.
But I know because I'm there at such a young age.
At such age differences, we grew up in different worlds.
You had a world corrupted, but mine is hell and you know it.
You had a history of lies that no one admits.
They just stare and go "This doesn't exist..."
At least you can try to read your history.
I'm no pure bred of race.
My history conflicts with itself so badly that a racial slur just has to be ignored or I burst into tears; for I am three in one.
But I know.
You know what I know, there for you know what I try to hide.
When in your light, I fail hiding it.
You know that I know, therefore forcing you to fail, too.
In my eyes, your a winner.
You moved on, with a little help of course.
That you have and I almost envy you for it.
I'm no where, still stuck in this $h!th0le.
No one knows what I deal with or how I cry at night.
But you do, because you used to do the same.
And now you know.
You know my weaknesses and flaws.
How I won't admit it all; not in the open air at least.
Sure I walk around telling people "Yo carino para tu."
Yea, it's true.
I do, but them before myself because I won't face this hell.
I fear facing this hell.
And I admit it, here today before you.
Now we know, more than we should of each other without real conversation.
Who said that there had to be communication?
We know of the slits, scars, blood-letting, and suicidal attempts.
We know of the shame, popularity, misunderstood ways, and almost homicidal ordeals.
We know who we hurt and how we did it.
We know because right now, here and now, we'll admit it!
How we figured day after day was a waste of time.
How we decided we'd give it all up at the right drop of a dime.
But you found your light and I'm happy for you.
Keep playing your bass.
I don't think I can keep mine in tune.
I know.
You know.
We know.
Who knows?
They know?
No, they'll never know.
Only few could try to encompass what we know.
Dedicated to Shavarsh 'Shavo' Odadjian. Much love to you for making it through your trials, I hope I do, too.
Hiding
I know...
You don't know I know.
You don't know I exist;
But I know.
I know of the past you faced without being the unwanted female.
I know of the present you embrace without being the one you love.
But I know because I'm there at such a young age.
At such age differences, we grew up in different worlds.
You had a world corrupted, but mine is hell and you know it.
You had a history of lies that no one admits.
They just stare and go "This doesn't exist..."
At least you can try to read your history.
I'm no pure bred of race.
My history conflicts with itself so badly that a racial slur just has to be ignored or I burst into tears; for I am three in one.
But I know.
You know what I know, there for you know what I try to hide.
When in your light, I fail hiding it.
You know that I know, therefore forcing you to fail, too.
In my eyes, your a winner.
You moved on, with a little help of course.
That you have and I almost envy you for it.
I'm no where, still stuck in this $h!th0le.
No one knows what I deal with or how I cry at night.
But you do, because you used to do the same.
And now you know.
You know my weaknesses and flaws.
How I won't admit it all; not in the open air at least.
Sure I walk around telling people "Yo carino para tu."
Yea, it's true.
I do, but them before myself because I won't face this hell.
I fear facing this hell.
And I admit it, here today before you.
Now we know, more than we should of each other without real conversation.
Who said that there had to be communication?
We know of the slits, scars, blood-letting, and suicidal attempts.
We know of the shame, popularity, misunderstood ways, and almost homicidal ordeals.
We know who we hurt and how we did it.
We know because right now, here and now, we'll admit it!
How we figured day after day was a waste of time.
How we decided we'd give it all up at the right drop of a dime.
But you found your light and I'm happy for you.
Keep playing your bass.
I don't think I can keep mine in tune.
I know.
You know.
We know.
Who knows?
They know?
No, they'll never know.
Only few could try to encompass what we know.
Dedicated to Shavarsh 'Shavo' Odadjian. Much love to you for making it through your trials, I hope I do, too.