Really?

So this is how you want it.
You want promises and dreams from me,
But you'll give me nothing?
You want to know my very thought,
But I don't deserve a basic outline?
You want me to tell you everything,
But I should find out through the gossip trails?
You say that you'll make me happy,
But do you actually know how?
You say that you love me,
But do you really?
You say so many things that aren't true,
How do I know that this isn't more of the same?
You tell me every day that you need me,
How can you say that when your actions speak louder than your words?
You way that everything will work out,
How exactly do you intend to fix this?
You say I mean everything to you,
How is it that I feel like dirt every time we're together?
You say that love conquers all,
How do you know that?
You seem to only love yourself,
How would you know?
You want all of me,
How am I to believe that really?
Really?
Really, really?

Waiting

Alone, for now
At peace, never
Restless, always
Wondering, at all times
Scared beyond belief
But hopeful.
Always hopeful,
That one day
My waiting
Will end
And the torment
Will be over.

Jump

Jump
How high?
For how long?
Why?
Answer, please?
Why must I jump?
Is nothing good enough?
Must it always be a question of higher?
Is the height really never enough?
Not enough to simply be good,
One must be the best
Not enough to just be,
No, it must always be higher.
For what is done is never enough,
Not for you.

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion, or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
A moment of silence.

Alone in the Crowd

Alone in a crowd of thousands.
Surrounded at all times,
But with no one
Who actually knows,
Knows anything at all,
About me,
About anything at all.
Wish that they could
Wish they did.
But it is not to be.
Sadly true
Horrible
Truth

On the Train

A woman alone, looking lost and afraid, an expression at odds with her expensive clothes and perfume.  Her jewelry alone looks like it could feed the average family for weeks.  A silly woman, alone she seems a thieves best friend.  Clutching her purse tightly whenever someone walks by, but not seeming to care about the luggage sitting at her feet.  The knuckles become more pronounced when a man walks by, but turn white when a woman comes past her.  She does not seem to know where she is going, because every time a stop is announced she jumps, looks uncertain for a second and then seems to shake her head slowly and relaxes back into her seat.  Or at least, returns to her previous fearful, anxious position.