Outside In

Sun, 10/20/2013 - 22:09 -- sk8ir

Location

Always looking in from the outside,

watching, acting, clueless.

what should I do, what should I say?

every action rehearsed,

nothing real.

Books grant a haven,

 no actions expected

except turning the page.

They teach, they are, they were,

constant.

Never wondering where you stand.

People are confusing,

every time,

a different reaction

to the same stimulus.

what should I do, what should I say?

what would Harry do?

What would Dumbledore say?

How would Fransisco D'Anconia react?

Would Dominique do this?

Does the BFG approve?

How do I show me

without revealing

 

 

me.

 

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