the inner outer me

in me

there is this dream

the american dream to succeed

inner desire to move foward

outwardly, I am nothing more than a judged bag of skin and bones

 

torn between the desire to do

and the simple laziness of doing nothing

 

it seems though, at times, i am merely dreaming

I know what it is I want to do, but then I hide all alone in my shell

 

and she not helping because i can not be honest

she hates me

tears me up inside

 

To flip or not to flip

Yet I flop down here at the keys wishing that I never met her

 

the inner me knows to be quiet

yet the outer me doesn't listen

and I still let my heart be plucked and stomped

its fun for her I guess.