Disguised
I'm alone, watch the window, feel the dispise
and I wonder: what's the problem with my disguise.
The pressures of life I still bear on my neck;
disguised or not, I can't help it coming back.
In this world, this life, this "playground",
relations will seldom be very profound.
If anyone tries to become some more close,
we all see the failure of the disguises we chose.
All those problems sometimes seem an anoying maze,
Take off your mask; show your real face.
If anyone's ever in trouble with you,
don't bother, it's one of his problems too!!!
and I wonder: what's the problem with my disguise.
The pressures of life I still bear on my neck;
disguised or not, I can't help it coming back.
In this world, this life, this "playground",
relations will seldom be very profound.
If anyone tries to become some more close,
we all see the failure of the disguises we chose.
All those problems sometimes seem an anoying maze,
Take off your mask; show your real face.
If anyone's ever in trouble with you,
don't bother, it's one of his problems too!!!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| miss morantisch: | Dinsdag, oktober 03, 2006 19:50 |
| je hebt echt talent, naar mijn bescheiden mening. Hou van mensen wiens binnenkant, de buitenkant veel mooier maakt. Je kan me echt boeien met je gedichten liefs miss mo |
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| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, september 06, 2006 12:16 |
| very well written enjoyed reading this x! |
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| Auteur: Disciple | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 september 2006 | ||
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