Handheld Diary
Its time you looked into my eyes.
Deep inside I don’t really care what is wrong.
Why do you want my advice?
It’s hard for me to tell you what you don’t want to hear.
Stop asking me about your problematic life.
A loss coin toss-up, where I wind up saying something without thinking
before I can retract my own voice.
Only after will I know that I have gone and stumbled, fallen.
I need to learn to have more control
Time and again my life get pushed to the back of the line.
I feel I don’t belong
in your diary where you lie about what is real
Personified by your make believe stories. You’re wrong.
Now it’s clear to me, the visions of your life
I’ve grown to know.
You write them down on me,
your pages in my head,
your diary to show
that your life at times is more complex then others.
But we all have hard times just move on.
Time and again my life get pushed to the back of the line.
I feel I don’t belong
in your diary where you lie about what is real
Personified by what your make wrong
