Lonely
Posted on June 5, 2011 with 0 comments
She sits on this throneMade up of her own insecurities and fearsIt seems like she's so high above it allIt seems like she couldn't ever fallShe stands tall on her throne and bellows a call to actionA bold move that motivates hundreds to move their feetBut the slightest infraction, the slightest infractionHas her self-medicating...
She forgets to listenShe forgets to beckon for aidShe forgets to make space for feelingsShe forgets to let the pain fade and focus on the joyJoyJoy
She knows intellectually that there is joy to be had,But her joy is dependent on changing the worldAnd tonight she sits waiting WaitingWAITINGTo go make a difference in some stranger's lifeAnd all this waiting is making her stare in the mirrorAnd what shoots back at herIs this really strong, really smart, really inspiring woman who is a natural beautyand who is deeplyirrefutablyirreperablylonely.
I don't think she believes that it's possible to be anything butShe's picked friends who she'd kept at arm's lengthIf any of them reached out to ask what was wrong, she'd probably respond, "What?"With that "Pshhh" attitude that says 'Don't worry about me' - I'm all ovaries and strength.
She's been lonely so long, she can't remember what it felt like to not feel that wayShe doesn't even think that it happened anywayShe has some bizarre fleeting memoriesBut really, she's discounted them and relegated them to fantasies."That relationship was a lie" she pronouncesDismissing it in its entiretyAnd when someone new comes along and announces"Let me in, please."She laughs, double locks the doors and pulls the shadesAnd then cries in the shadowsOnce in a whileFewer and Fewer times as time goes along.
So she sits at the brink of her dream adventurePained by the lack of connection with loved onesAnd yet she'd reject them if they reached outWhy would anyone want to take on this immature fun?
I wouldn't put up with it.
She forgets to listenShe forgets to beckon for aidShe forgets to make space for feelingsShe forgets to let the pain fade and focus on the joyJoyJoy
She knows intellectually that there is joy to be had,But her joy is dependent on changing the worldAnd tonight she sits waiting WaitingWAITINGTo go make a difference in some stranger's lifeAnd all this waiting is making her stare in the mirrorAnd what shoots back at herIs this really strong, really smart, really inspiring woman who is a natural beautyand who is deeplyirrefutablyirreperablylonely.
I don't think she believes that it's possible to be anything butShe's picked friends who she'd kept at arm's lengthIf any of them reached out to ask what was wrong, she'd probably respond, "What?"With that "Pshhh" attitude that says 'Don't worry about me' - I'm all ovaries and strength.
She's been lonely so long, she can't remember what it felt like to not feel that wayShe doesn't even think that it happened anywayShe has some bizarre fleeting memoriesBut really, she's discounted them and relegated them to fantasies."That relationship was a lie" she pronouncesDismissing it in its entiretyAnd when someone new comes along and announces"Let me in, please."She laughs, double locks the doors and pulls the shadesAnd then cries in the shadowsOnce in a whileFewer and Fewer times as time goes along.
So she sits at the brink of her dream adventurePained by the lack of connection with loved onesAnd yet she'd reject them if they reached outWhy would anyone want to take on this immature fun?
I wouldn't put up with it.