Damaged goods

 Fossilized

 

1.There is an extrovert

Living inside of me,

Wanting to express herself

And longing to be free,

Despite how I explain

That noise is not the thing,

Clamour does not mean freedom,

It’s only annoying.

 

2.There is an extrovert

Trying to help me out,

She knows what she is saying,

What life is all about.

If only she walked out

Someplace where I can’t hear,

Because if I shoot myself

I, too, might disappear.

 

3.There is an extrovert

Looking out through my eyes,

But she cannot take control;

My skin is fossilized.

If she talks with my mouth

It disconnects the mind

And all that passes through it

Is just a hopeless sigh.

:)

 Six packs

 

1.Incapable,

Not like I should,

Slipped too far off the tracks.

Might be deranged,

When I look down

At least I have six packs.

 

2.Superficial,

Head in the clouds,

How can you really tell?

Intelligent

And judgemental

Don’t go together well.

 

3.Took me some time

To realize

The thing I had to learn.

Work out a bit

And love yourself

Even when you are torn.