1My perfect world…
I turn around and ask myself, am I perfect? I look around and see people crying, or saying they had a bad day, and I want to ask myself, how do you feel when you have a bad day? I’ve never experienced anything like it, and there I see people screaming and shouting, just because they had a bad day.
How does it feel to have tears on your cheek? Why do you have them? Do you get them because you had a bad day or just because? How do you get a bad day?
People tell me I’m gifted, but am I really gifted? Here I’m alone, all alone in a world… a world where sunshine’s bright, and where you feel warmth. But even though it’s a perfect world, I look at it as nothing. Why cant I get out? I see people staring at me, people looking at me with jealousy and hatred. With envy and with anger. Why am I perfect?! Why me!
I’ve never fallen in my knees, or felt what was tripping. And I continue to ask, how does it feel to cry? I can’t stop smiling, I can’t stop grinning. Yet I can’t do it by my own free will.
I look outside my window and see another world. A gray world. An almost torn apart world. Everybody is smoking, taking drugs, aborting, making terrorism, killing, shooting, saying bad words, etc… And yet I see myself. Standing and touching just the glass of the window. Is it right? I’ve never experienced it. I’ve never felt it. I’ve never actually touched it. Why am I trapped? I want to feel it.
Be grateful, that’s what mom says, but is she right? I’m all alone. I have no one to share this world with. I have no friends, I have no feelings. I’m as plain as a doll. I’m just a frozen doll. I
And I ask myself, Am I really perfect? Or is it just an illusion of my own dreams, dreams I’m trapped in. Nightmares of my own. Cause maybe a perfect world is what normal people want, but let me ask you:
Do you really want a world with only one feeling? With one thing that makes it your dream world “perfectâ€