Story of Mine

I'm really not sad,



It's this madness inside;



The lies i've never understood till now,



All piling up on the unswept ground.



It's still raining so hard outside.



 



It's the pain of understanding, that everyone has fallen down-



It's the way of seeing, The kindest always get shot down.



Theres this equation, a measurement of sorts-



That's telling me i'm worthless, bold type and clear as day,



They say it's about believing-believing what, that's ours to choose.



 



Sometimes all I dream of is leaving,



Leaving somewhere to go nowhere at all-



It's the path less traveled for a reason,



Its too easy to forget who you are;



A fugitive of your own personality,



living on the streets of your home town.



 



We'll research all history,



Thinking it's only a thing of the past-



Noting down all our achievements,



Placing them away alphabetized,



All the file cabinets won't fix,



The small kinks in our thinking-



Then we'll wander the streets,



And rethink our own paths,



Forget what they tell us-



We'll still just get lost and laugh.