A place for my head
197 Words
A place for my head --- where's this place? The vicinity where I could waste. Being somber and no one could notice. Cause I love the thought of seclusion at first,
without no one caring, no one judging. Just me, my thoughts and tears in a comfortable melancholic venue. No one will knew. No one would have to know.
Maybe in a comfort room --- I hurried down and find myself there. I hate the air outside, choking me inside. I would rather be here.
I stare at her. Living but lifeless.
Wait -- is that a smile? Beaming eyes? She's happy or whatever would I call her to be. Concluding the tough act have gone as she change her frontal expression. And, of course, her sanity.
She need to sort this out. She need, for a while, to be out.
To the spectre of her past persona, go away --- to the caring showed by an individual anima; an archetype of fallacy, go away. She doesn't want to dwell in her past anymore nor remember it.
This is her. The new her changed by everyone --- everyone who pretended to care.
Listen to -- a place for my head by Linkin Park
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