Beguiled
02-06-2005, 02:49 PM
This is something I wrote a little while ago. I hope you guys like it.
~Angel.
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For some reason…I always find myself alone, sitting in some dark corner, crying silently—crying and trying to drown the emptiness that consumes my shallow heart. They look at me and some of them see a smile, some see a frown…but do they ever see the truth? I suffer through it every day and hide behind my simple smile. But what is a smile? Unless you are truly happy it is nothing but a mask—nothing but a lie.
I have heard that life has a balance of good and bad. That there has to be darkness…to make the light shine brighter. But for me it has always seemed that the light at the end of the tunnel is a train. I always think to myself ‘Maybe I have finally found something…something to make it better’ and every time…I find myself staring at that huge black shadow, a deceiving light at its head, looming closer and closer.
I am always standing at the window of a beautiful house, looking through glass that has clouded up—from the warmth inside, meeting the cold air outside. Such a thin barrier…but thick enough to completely cut off the two worlds. There are always people inside—friends, family, even strangers. They look at me and smile—as if I were standing inside with them. They see the young girl standing by the window, simply smiling. But they never see the girl outside the window, looking in longingly—wishing, hoping for someone to let her inside—but no one comes. She is always the outsider.
Always on the outside looking in.
~Angel.
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For some reason…I always find myself alone, sitting in some dark corner, crying silently—crying and trying to drown the emptiness that consumes my shallow heart. They look at me and some of them see a smile, some see a frown…but do they ever see the truth? I suffer through it every day and hide behind my simple smile. But what is a smile? Unless you are truly happy it is nothing but a mask—nothing but a lie.
I have heard that life has a balance of good and bad. That there has to be darkness…to make the light shine brighter. But for me it has always seemed that the light at the end of the tunnel is a train. I always think to myself ‘Maybe I have finally found something…something to make it better’ and every time…I find myself staring at that huge black shadow, a deceiving light at its head, looming closer and closer.
I am always standing at the window of a beautiful house, looking through glass that has clouded up—from the warmth inside, meeting the cold air outside. Such a thin barrier…but thick enough to completely cut off the two worlds. There are always people inside—friends, family, even strangers. They look at me and smile—as if I were standing inside with them. They see the young girl standing by the window, simply smiling. But they never see the girl outside the window, looking in longingly—wishing, hoping for someone to let her inside—but no one comes. She is always the outsider.
Always on the outside looking in.