I'm as naïve as they come. And I used to be so much more. If I had to
confess something it'd be that I don't think what I say has any value.
Face to face talk that is. I don't want anyone to listen to me anymore
to be honest. Can you talk instead? Count on one thing. I'm listening.
Even if I couldn't manage a decent reply. Even if I just sat there. At
least I care.
I wouldn't ask anything of you. Perhaps I would. But not what I really want. I don't know why. To that, I'm utterly incapable.
And I'm on the sideline. Once on the sideline, always on the sideline? Perhaps. Perhaps not. The world of possibilities. Why are they scary when they're there to give you hope? I have no idea. They are though.
I'm see-through. I feel it.
Timidity blocking my path? That and the other things I must learn to grow out of. Will that do any good, or will that be enough? I don't know if I can shed those traits away.
Oh I'm self-confident. A bit harsh on myself. A bit insecure. Within normal range.
I want a portrait of myself. One that hid those black circles around my eyes. Showed me as an elegant lady. And an intellect. Beautiful too. A face that radiated warmth. Eyes that spoke a great deal of the world. Oh, wait. I wanted a portrait of myself. Silly. What would I ever do with that?
So, sigh sigh sigh. Smile. Glad we said the above. Never mention it again.
Finally. A surge of gratitude to the people who care about me.
That's all.
Yours truly.
I wouldn't ask anything of you. Perhaps I would. But not what I really want. I don't know why. To that, I'm utterly incapable.
And I'm on the sideline. Once on the sideline, always on the sideline? Perhaps. Perhaps not. The world of possibilities. Why are they scary when they're there to give you hope? I have no idea. They are though.
I'm see-through. I feel it.
Timidity blocking my path? That and the other things I must learn to grow out of. Will that do any good, or will that be enough? I don't know if I can shed those traits away.
Oh I'm self-confident. A bit harsh on myself. A bit insecure. Within normal range.
I want a portrait of myself. One that hid those black circles around my eyes. Showed me as an elegant lady. And an intellect. Beautiful too. A face that radiated warmth. Eyes that spoke a great deal of the world. Oh, wait. I wanted a portrait of myself. Silly. What would I ever do with that?
So, sigh sigh sigh. Smile. Glad we said the above. Never mention it again.
Finally. A surge of gratitude to the people who care about me.
That's all.
Yours truly.
2 comments:
'And I'm on the sideline. Once on the sideline, always on the sideline? Perhaps. Perhaps not. The world of possibilities. Why are they scary when they're there to give you hope?'
<3
I love it and can relate of course. May you find clarity sooner than you know :)
Keep writing, Noor :)
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