The Bitter Dreamer
One a day, two a day, three a day, gone.
Rid these thoughts, girl;
you'll never belong.
Scold it, shift it, and shape it away.
Does it matter?
It's here to stay.
Think and think; you dream and desire.
Head in the clouds;
you are a liar.
Over and over, it snaps into place.
Push it away;
you are a disgrace.
Wait for the moment when it finally sinks in.
They're there for you;
vice versa again.
With a heart drawn on your hand, you see
this and that;
you'll always believe.
Smile to hide that void in your heart.
What is missing?
it's always apart.
Sleep to give you dreams once more.
Hold on tight,
until you're wore.
Keep playing that game that needs to end.
When you stop,
it will begin.
As for now, the waking sun hits your eye.
Wind is lifting;
say goodbye.
To a world that only you will ever know.
Can it persist?
This uneven flow.
Not even you can understand how it's done.
Rip it apart;
left with none.
The bitter sight of a dreamer in pain.
Shattered in seconds;
nothing to gain.
Live by the notion that you can be strong.
What a shame;
they were wrong.
And you'll sit in your closet, playing with matches.
What is left?
These invisible scratches.
Time has come to fuse the artificial in.
Sober no more?
A waste of a sin.
And then your dreams will fade into precision
lost in thought;
this is your remission.
Decisions are snapping and gnawing at pace.
What to do?
Show your face?
Trapped in a box of doubt and fear.
Break the glass,
or disappear.
Telling yourself what you know is lie.
Glance in the mirror;
shown by the eye.
Know you can have part of your want.
Accept and live,
or keep it blunt.
Gazing through the window, you know you cannot.
This is it;
you've got what you've got.
Somehow through this remorse and reject,
joy and meaning
you've come to collect.
So sit and ponder into this world you've hacked.
Wish for nothing more,
unless you will act.
One a day, two a day, three a day, gone.
You had a chance,
but you didn't belong.
Rid these thoughts, girl;
you'll never belong.
Scold it, shift it, and shape it away.
Does it matter?
It's here to stay.
Think and think; you dream and desire.
Head in the clouds;
you are a liar.
Over and over, it snaps into place.
Push it away;
you are a disgrace.
Wait for the moment when it finally sinks in.
They're there for you;
vice versa again.
With a heart drawn on your hand, you see
this and that;
you'll always believe.
Smile to hide that void in your heart.
What is missing?
it's always apart.
Sleep to give you dreams once more.
Hold on tight,
until you're wore.
Keep playing that game that needs to end.
When you stop,
it will begin.
As for now, the waking sun hits your eye.
Wind is lifting;
say goodbye.
To a world that only you will ever know.
Can it persist?
This uneven flow.
Not even you can understand how it's done.
Rip it apart;
left with none.
The bitter sight of a dreamer in pain.
Shattered in seconds;
nothing to gain.
Live by the notion that you can be strong.
What a shame;
they were wrong.
And you'll sit in your closet, playing with matches.
What is left?
These invisible scratches.
Time has come to fuse the artificial in.
Sober no more?
A waste of a sin.
And then your dreams will fade into precision
lost in thought;
this is your remission.
Decisions are snapping and gnawing at pace.
What to do?
Show your face?
Trapped in a box of doubt and fear.
Break the glass,
or disappear.
Telling yourself what you know is lie.
Glance in the mirror;
shown by the eye.
Know you can have part of your want.
Accept and live,
or keep it blunt.
Gazing through the window, you know you cannot.
This is it;
you've got what you've got.
Somehow through this remorse and reject,
joy and meaning
you've come to collect.
So sit and ponder into this world you've hacked.
Wish for nothing more,
unless you will act.
One a day, two a day, three a day, gone.
You had a chance,
but you didn't belong.
♠ ♠ ♠
Behind every line has a more personal message so it's not that understandable unless I explain it or you know me well ^.^ Basically, this poem is about how I don't belong in any group; I'm always drifting. It's also about how I'm for the most part "unsocial" and how I'd rather be alone and thinking or dreaming of something better. At the end, It says I choose to stay in my own world and not to expect anything better unless I go out and make it happen. I also state that I had a chance to fit in with the world and it's people, but sadly, it just wasn't right for me.