Tired
Thursday, November 10th, 2005 ~ 11:47 pm
I don’t care what lies either of you have used to shield yourself
I don’t care what illusions that you have used to suffocated the other
No one is perfect and everyone is “that guy” or “that girl”
I’ll be damned if anyone tells me who I should side with
If anyone at all
Neither of you know my past or all of my experiences
The sum of who I am is so much greater then the parts you have seen
I have been hurt, loved, attacked and worshipped
I have been “that girl” and I have been who she is now
At least a sliver of me completely understands
Absolutes hold no sway in the space I’m in
I understand it all, the hurt of both sides
But I’m no longer the quiet girl who speaks only
Words that will bathe the hurt ego and tender heart
Honesty, the daggers and the balm, flow from my lips
Everything I hear is tainted by the other
Pasts and presents have been completely altered
Details are scrutinized so closely that we can no longer tell
That the vein of a leaf is not the trunk of the tree
It’s all been painted in either black or red with bold strokes
But instead I’m surrounded by shades of grey
I’m tired of my words being taken out of context
Altered to get the maximum hurt out of the other
But I will not apologize for things said out of concern
You have held this up for all to watch like a circus freak show
I wonder how long I can watch before I get disgusted and leave
