Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I don't know why I bother...

I don't know why I bother...

One day everyone wakes up.
realizing; the things they wanted the most,
were right in front of their face.

somebody will come along.
Someone who is not blind...
who sees, what is right there.
When the ones who were blind,
see us together;
they will be jealous,
it will make them sick.
I will feel sorry for them
and hope for them, the best.
While they find their perfect little sin.
Who is just as arrogant
and superficial as they are;
I will find the most amazing thing,
one human being can ever hope for.

In the land of the blind,
the one eyed girl is queen...
and there is nothing wrong with my vision.
I see right through it all...
So let them scoff at me,
let them think I am a joke...
We shall see who finds real love;
and who finds heartache.
What you put in;
is what you get out.

Funny how life works like that...
In the end they have no one to blame,
but themselves;
but most can't look in the mirror,
and do just that.

Another funny fact;
is when you pay no attention to the external,
you really see people.
While most people walk around thinking,
they are all that because of looks or whatever;
To me most people are ugly,
because I am not blinded by their physical self.
I see what is inside...
And what I see is ugliness,
in its full glory.

Then there are the beautiful ones,
they exist but are outnumbered...
They are what make this place beautiful.
Their radiance is so much stronger,
than the ugliness it overpowers;
even though outnumbered.

For the ugly ones,
I may see them for exactly what they are.
But I will never treat them,
as anything less than beautiful.
I am a better person for it.
I am stronger on my weakest day,
than they will ever be on their best day.

Let them be ugly,
I will shine my light so bright;
their darkness will be driven,
into the tiniest corner.
And when I find another,
we will shine so bright;
that their darkness will rage at us,
out of jealousy and bitterness.
And again I will feel sorry for them,
my heart will bleed for them...

But we all make our own beds.

                                                                                    G.Langmoore March 29,2011
© Copyright 2011 Gabrielle Langmoore. All rights reserved. 

1 comment:

  1. wow, that was great. it had a lot of emotion in it. i can def. relate. "you don't know what you have until it's gone." and it's too late. some people like to reach the unattainable not realizing that in the end they will be miserable. let them be. hopefully they'll grow up and think of what they did or didn't do.


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