Scene after scene
I fade away… and blend in the end
But when will I see them?
When Will I be able to write the whole thing?
You tell me! I don’t know
I honestly hate this.
I am no writer (at all)!
People tell me “I like this”
(but these are lies from all)
Scene after scene,
One and the same sentences:
“Why haven’t you done this?”
- “Because I cannot possibly care less!”
And then, after a while
With the music turned to the maximum
And if the anger’s enough… it awakes some Style…
As I hear the sways of the pendulum
I find the sound, the words, the chorus
Of that something I’ve started…
Sometimes from a word or a phrase
I have to make a whole poetical craze
Just to feel better
And yet, I never do. And it feels like forever…
When will I take all my pain and anger out and let go from it?
When will I say “I am proud that I made it!”
Never!
I will try to create the Best Scene… forever!
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