When will they learn?When will they learn?That telling me "see this is why I don't like..."And then stating what part of my life style they don't care forIs just like saying "And here's another reason I don't like you"So what, you don't like my dietSo what, you don't like my religionSo what, you don't like my clothesSo what, you don't like my love of animalsSo what, you don't like my way of thinkingSo what, im not trying to destroy youYou don't see me bashing on your valuesYou don't see me insulting "your kind"You don't see me trying to tear you downYou don't seem to realize thatIf we liked the same thingsIf we dressed the sameIf we had the same thoughtsThen we wouldn't be different people, now would we?Every time I mention something about my life, it is not supposed to be a test to see if you can find fault with it.I can accept you, but you can't accept me.And yet, I'm the closed-minded one.
When you let goI never didWhen you let goI never didYou betrayed meAnd didn't know howI want to hate youI want to forget youBut I can'tI've watched you die in dreamsAnd felt relievedBut then I had to check on youTo make sure it wasn't realI rejected you.I despised youI neglected youBut I still message you after a whileTo see if your okayWhy can't I just leave you alone?I pushed you asideAnd you never tried to get back in...Why do I still text you,To be curt with youInstead of deleting your numberYour too naive to understand what you've done to meI know I could never explain it to youYou choose them over meYou rejected meYou hurt meAnd you still have no idea what you've doneI've forgiven you, and hated myself for it.I've tried to forget you, but my heart won't allow itI've numbed the pain and sealed the wound...But the scar you left shall remain foreverAnd I will always remember who put it there
Dream... or Nightmare?What is a dream? What is a nightmare?How do they differ?If they can both disrupt my restAnd cause me to shiverWhat is a dream...... That brings confusionOr nightmare...... That brings understandingDream stands tall, his robe of thoughts and memories, hopes and beliefs trailing at his feet.'Mare is sneaky and strong, towering over Dream with hooves of menace, padded with a soft cushion of liesDream rides his padded 'Mare, trotting along silently on the dark pavement in dusky corridors in one's cranium, waiting for their turn to entertain the mindWhen the senses dull and electricity sparks, the two strikeCatching innocent unaware, shoving them into the unknownTaunting the hopeful with false reward, handing them boxes void of useTogether or alone, depending on their moodMare comes over, gives you your desireDream comes over, and tells you the truthThe joy Mare brought you, was to hurt when you awokeThe sadness Dream gave, was for understandingThe happiness was a lieThe