Another thing from heart, which appearantley happened today in my eyes. I feel guilty but, it'll brush off of me like all of the other happenings. Things I might do, but illegal for me. Slam the Door You and I act like we're friends. We smile and laugh, around others. Although, when we are at home. You and I... are enemies. You shout over pathetic lies. I lie to you, just to recover the fight. You act like I'm the enemy. When it's actually no one, see? There you go, using your hands to fight. Woosh, you've just hitted me. I stand on my feet and hold my tears. I bite my lips to hide all of my fears. Your face is showing my hate and anger. I know you don't like me, at this point. You stand there and point at me, telling me what I've done wrong. I stand there, listening to your words. I nod and nod from your sentences, and still you don't accept. What did I do wrong to make you even more furious? Here we are, standing. Face to face. Eyes on eyes. Hands by our sides. We say nothing, keeping the room quiet. You glare at me once, walk off without looking back. I frown and turn around, hoping you would turn around and come back.... Come back to wrap your arms around me. And say that you're sorry. But that's just my imagination, see? I know it'll happen later, but not at this place, nor' time. Between you and me. What you say are lies, I can feel that you're trying to make me cry. But I'll hold it all in, until you say something wrong. Them I'll sprinkle like a fountain. But for now just go upstairs. Stomp if you want. Cry outloud, but in my opinion do that in your own little place. Hold on to the knob and turn it to the right. Release it when you push the door. Make it slam, not in my face. It's already been done. I don't need another attack from you. I already recieved enough, alright? Slam the door, all you want. Won't make a difference. Just a different reason. Tomorrow, today... We will apologize, our eyes on eachothers. Our lips moving. We'll apologize for what we've said and done. We both know that we'll regret to what ever we done. But surely, I know neither of us will regret what we've done. After all, we probably deserved it. This might repeat everyday. But when we're older, will be mature enough to say a right thing. For now, do what you want. Wait until I raise my hand. ~End~
Very nice man. I think I get what you're saying. I used to have the same problem. Keep writing, you're really talented.
