Stories

Stories told to believe in,
they're scenes of feelings.
All that they say to me
is how I'm supposed to be,
but why can't I keep up

with the rest, they're cheating.
My soul is bleeding.
I need some honesty,
why does it bother me
this feeling that I must

keep on trying.
It feels like lying somehow,
but everything seems so beautiful.

I feel confused,
maybe a bit amused.
All that I came to see
has somehow escaped me but
please, must i go on

masquerading,
it feels like staging a play
where life doesn't feel so wonderful.