Static Little Musings

My World Is Insubstantial

"There are reasons why people just stop hoping. There are reasons for everything they do. So don't blame them when they give up, because you never knew what they had to go through."

My World Is Insubstantial

 I built a world of glass and paper,

 and wrote down tales for my amusement.

 I kept my secrets tightly inside,

 and I delighted in their torment.

 I smiled at friends who thought they knew,

 everything inside my twisted thoughts,

 and I didn't care if they judged me,

 for all the things I have sought.

 I built a world of shade and snow,

 not for comfort but to isolate.

 I spun them tales of love and truth,

 though what's inside me is desolate.

 I gave them things to hold on to,

 but all I did was cut the rope.

 I didn't want a connection with

 the people who destroyed my hope.

 I smile at times when no one knows,

 laught at times when my sadness shows,

 but I didn't care,

 they weren't fair,

 to friend or foe, my madness shows.

 I built a world of glass and paper,

 and lied to people for little things.

 I kept my word when they never did,

 so to hell with all the little things.

 They never cared for what's inside me,

 they never could have left me be.

 When all they did was smile at you,

 they never really knew how to see.

 So I built a world of glass and paper,

 not because I never cared.

 I tried so hard,

 I gave so much,

 they just couldn't ever see.

 I built a world of shade and snow,

 not because I never cared.

 I built a world of glass and paper,

 because no one

 really ever

 cared.