ocean
By voxbox vacancy •
today has been something different
i don't know how to explain it
simply chore after chore
page after page
it's time to write something new
but i am too afraid of screwing up
i'm always too afraid
i'm sick of you
of so many of you acting like
something you're not
pretending to be so perfect
pretending that the world is your problem
and yours alone
you selfish, selfish crowd
you group of copy-cats, of clones
i can barely stand you anymore
everything you say
everything you do
it's all been done before
and you sit there and pretend
that you're something special
when you talk to me
i see right through you
when you speak to me
your words truly mean nothing
if you ever get the courage to
say that you're lying to everyone
then, by all means,
speak to us then
but not now
not unless you have something good to say
i want the courage to write something new
to do something different
to distinguish myself from this black and white
all i need is time and distance
and no more caring of what
any of you think about me
i'm so tired of caring
of trying to make such a good impression
of trying to please this group of pretenders
i'm writing something different
making some waves
and i don't care what you think
you're just a part of the ocean