Surface

I'm weak, I swear.
I cry a lot, I'm insecure.
I have so much to say.
And yet, nothing at all.
I say Yes when I mean No.
I say Yes when I mean Yes.
I'm childish, and a daydreamer.
Who chooses make believe over reality.
I fake my smile, and I let it all out.
If you know me, then you know this.
I try my hardest, and I repress my thoughts.
MY SILENCE IS A CLUE.
Maybe you should pay attention.
Stupidity is not an option.
Its a disease.
And no one has the cure.
I do what I want, but mostly,
I do what is wanted.
My mind escapes me, and I lose my patients.
And when its gone, its gone.
Your motives will only work on the surface.
Art is my escape, life is my nightmare.
Judgment is only passed if you deserve it.
Everyone is entitled to their own suffering.
Some may just share it more then others.
And still, some may care more then others.
This only skims my surface.
And for now, my surface is a window.