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Between the Lines

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You are trying to be nice?
Too bad, it doesn't count.

You are trying to forget?
You can't, she is at the table next to you.

What else can you, stranger as you are, in this empire
of courtesy and fake earnestness,
what else can you do, you poor soul,
just accept that she is sitting there,
and that he is away and thinks of her.

Accept that you are not granted the right to be who you are
cause it will be too much of an explanation for everyone.

Accept that there are people who will never, ever understand
why there is a song that still makes you cry,
why you care so much about details, 
some people will never know how bottled up are your emotions
when you try and be 'normal',
some people will never know what you feel deep inside
how they hurt you without even knowing,
how their opinions of you respond to classic stereotypes
that you so carefully want to avoid.



Some people will never understand what's wrong in a facebook picture of her with him,
some people cannot possibly understand why you still need to stay away from Amsterdam,
some people will always look at you as if you were the freak of the village
because you talk about emotions, you break the etiquette,
you destroy everything that is conventional and expected,
you just want to show yourself,
and some people are simply not interested in appreciating you,
what you have to say, what you feel,
they simply don't and it doesn't matter how hard you try.

Leave unsaid unspoken,
leave everything between the lines,
to survive,
to breathe for a little longer.

I will love you later,
I will remove my inconvenient self from here,
You will leave in the meanwhile,
I will always fight this empire forcing me
to stay between the lines.
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Angel said…
What a beautiful write ups! Yes friend why do we need to live for others .why do we need to conform with theier standard , we have our own life so long as we live in light of morals. I have this old school thought which goes ,what others say of me matters little and what i say and do matters much! Go for what your heart shouted!
8 July 2011 at 07:24
AnnaFullStop said…
Hi Angel, thanks for you comments :)
I agree with you but the problem is mainly that the heart sometimes shout for strange things and listening to the heart can be painful, therefore it is not the easiest things to do.
8 July 2011 at 08:06
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