The Talkative Listener

Started out so unlike this
I never wanted to be my reflection
with so many masks, costumes and lies
only then can I fake this perfection

Confusion follows every lie
how did I become this guy?
No matter how very hard I try
this wretched sham will never die

On Mondays I can be myself
Or so I say in silence
I dress in blue and read away
I drink my tea and dream today

But what of Friday?
dressed all in black
a narcissist’s smile
and dark wings upon my back

Somewhere between
Wednesday, it seems
between the two extremes
I laugh and cry, not knowing why
uncaring of my dreams

The worlds collide
yet live side by side
accusations are slung
I cover my face
unbelieving, after all the years
I still haven’t found my place

So now I sleep in blue or black
Hell, maybe tonight I’ll sleep in green

3:24pm, 20th December 2008
Daze