Tuesday, December 17, 2013

If truth is relative..

You came way, way too close,
Your interpretations..
I'm feeling the urge to oppose,
From being a pseudo friend,
you turned into a foe,
Who for my taste,
seems way way to bold

You left me sitting here,
trying to control
The feelings of vengeance that
are creeping up my toes
In front of you one day,
I'm afraid I might implode

My little guardians,
are trying to throw stones
While you sit patiently,
on your funny safety throne
Repeating the words that,
keep haunting me on my way home 
and create a rage that,
is as sharp as a sword
Cutting me each and every time,
I end up alone

But in your theories,
I no longer want to roam
I want to find out,
myself where I belong,
Even though to you I know,
this is just another show,
that I am putting off,
to try my best to ignore,
The fact that you planted seeds,
where I thought no grasses grow,
But if truth is relative,
then our theories are also..