Trying And Failing

by, Cassandra

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I'm itching, scratching, peeling, poking... trying (and most possibly failing) to find something worthwhile underneath my skin. Underneath this mask. Underneath this lie. (because these days, I just want to be alive.)

Could you say something that means something? Anything. Good or bad. Long or short. Fast or slow. (because I'm getting sick of "good" and "nice" and interesting has it's place, but what do you find "interesting" about it, anyway?)

I'm trying (and seemingly failing) to grab your attention while I still have the chance. To make you look and actually see everything that's been hiding between the lines, and underneath the words I write. Could you stop and listen for just a second?

I'm waiting for you to hold up your end of the bargain. I'm waiting for you to pick up the slack, and help me make things move. You say you want the best for me, but you're too busy giving my best to everyone else. I need to move. Can you help me move?

I'm trying (and failing miserably) to grab your attention while I still have the chance. I'm trying (and failing) to do this on my own. I'm trying, and failing... but hell, at least I've tried. It's more then I can say for you.

I tried. I failed. (but, I'm going to win... you'll see. someday, I'm going to take to the skies.)