I know all the lines to say, the part I’m expected to play.
But in the reflection, I am worlds away.
As I put my costume on, eyelashes one by one...
Been doing this so long I can tie the knot behind my back.
And everyone’s waiting, but it’s getting harder to hear what my heart is saying,
"The world around you almost expects you to wear a mask and you get good at it. But deep inside it kills you that you don't even know yourself anymore. You convince yourself that this is a transformation but why is there sadness and guilt when you're alone."
Seeing others speak truthfully on a public internet medium always catches my attention.
The words above are just honest thoughts of some stranger, but haven't we all felt that way?
We are always so guarded among others, that we analyze everyone around us until we find a fault we can take and use against them later.
We search for the flaws, and we immediately assume those nearby are only looking our way for an alterior motive.
And it's a horrible thing that happens.
As the world pushes for you to change into anything you don't want to be, it becomes common courtesy to assist in pushing others for the same thing. By tugging on the sleeves of others , we are pulling ourselves down.
Why is nobody helping each other?
Why is it that when we have two hands, perfectly capable of reaching out, we insist on using them to point and wag fingers, and shoo others away?
Sorry for such a negative rant, I'm just growing weary from all the pushing and shoving.
Of course it has always happened, and of course there have always been those that extend all four fingers and a thumb instead of just one.
I think I'm just in one of those ruts at the moment. You know, the ones where all you can see are the shaking of heads and all you can hear are the clucking of tongues?
All because you are trying to reach your destination by taking a different road.
This isn't really about just me and my situation, this is about the conventions of the world in general.
I'm just looking at the problem again, rather than doing something about it.
Maybe I'll close my mouth (or in this case, stop typing with my fingers) and stop whining, and move my feet to go and do something worth while.
Yep, I'm going to set my minds on the things above.
But in the reflection, I am worlds away.
As I put my costume on, eyelashes one by one...
Been doing this so long I can tie the knot behind my back.
And everyone’s waiting, but it’s getting harder to hear what my heart is saying,
'Cause everyone’s waiting...
Just swallow and breathe, she says.
Remember this ain’t for you it’s for them.
And all of those painful lessons you’ve had to learn, you gotta use them.
Just swallow and breathe, she says.
Remember this ain’t for you it’s for them.
And all of those painful lessons you’ve had to learn, you gotta use them.
Now or never.
'Cause everyone’s waiting, but it’s getting harder to hear what my heart keeps saying.
Turn it off, I wanna turn it all off.
When everyone’s waiting .
It makes it harder to hear what my heart keeps saying.
Turn it off, I wanna turn it all off
But everyone’s waiting.
I hear that answers appear when you just stand still,
But make it all - how do you make it all stop,
When everyone’s waiting?
There was a comment I glanced upon as I was listening to this song:'Cause everyone’s waiting, but it’s getting harder to hear what my heart keeps saying.
Turn it off, I wanna turn it all off.
When everyone’s waiting .
It makes it harder to hear what my heart keeps saying.
Turn it off, I wanna turn it all off
But everyone’s waiting.
I hear that answers appear when you just stand still,
But make it all - how do you make it all stop,
When everyone’s waiting?
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"The world around you almost expects you to wear a mask and you get good at it. But deep inside it kills you that you don't even know yourself anymore. You convince yourself that this is a transformation but why is there sadness and guilt when you're alone."
Seeing others speak truthfully on a public internet medium always catches my attention.
The words above are just honest thoughts of some stranger, but haven't we all felt that way?
We are always so guarded among others, that we analyze everyone around us until we find a fault we can take and use against them later.
We search for the flaws, and we immediately assume those nearby are only looking our way for an alterior motive.
And it's a horrible thing that happens.
As the world pushes for you to change into anything you don't want to be, it becomes common courtesy to assist in pushing others for the same thing. By tugging on the sleeves of others , we are pulling ourselves down.
Why is nobody helping each other?
Why is it that when we have two hands, perfectly capable of reaching out, we insist on using them to point and wag fingers, and shoo others away?
Sorry for such a negative rant, I'm just growing weary from all the pushing and shoving.
Of course it has always happened, and of course there have always been those that extend all four fingers and a thumb instead of just one.
I think I'm just in one of those ruts at the moment. You know, the ones where all you can see are the shaking of heads and all you can hear are the clucking of tongues?
All because you are trying to reach your destination by taking a different road.
This isn't really about just me and my situation, this is about the conventions of the world in general.
I'm just looking at the problem again, rather than doing something about it.
Maybe I'll close my mouth (or in this case, stop typing with my fingers) and stop whining, and move my feet to go and do something worth while.
Yep, I'm going to set my minds on the things above.
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