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Is It Just Me...
Is it just me
sometimes it feels
like it is
it feels as if I'm
out there in the wilderness
a sacrifical lamb
for those who'll come after
Is it only me who
feels so overwhelmed, so underappreciated
for everything I've
done, for the person I am
taken for granted
from everyone from family to friends
my good nature is
overly abused and yet I continue to give
why?
that's just who I
am
Is it only me
sometimes she
doesn't make sense
I can hardly
comprehend what she says but I know
I'm supposed to
agree or spend the night wrapped in my arms
I wish I could read
her mind, read the words in her heart before I open
my mouth
and by the
expression on her face my words don't carry the necessary
effect
she stands there in
defiance waiting for something more
nothing comes to
mind she walks away
again I feel like a
failure
Is it just me...
or does everything
seem monotonous, devoid of purpose
day in, day out we
repeat our repetivity
the days and nights
hold no suspense and in the end
we're still
searching....
searching for
something to fill that empty space
Is it just me
or does it seem
that lately
our kids just don't
understand and pressed for an explanation
of why they do what
they do
the general
response is "I don't know"
"I don't know
daddy?"....what does that mean
Is his innocent
expression, so sweet, it now tugs at my heart
Is it just practice
for the deceit to come
that sweet smile,
will it someday cause an innocent harm?
Is it just me...
but does the mere
sight of a beautiful woman,
god's most perfect
creation
does it affect you
the way it affects me
she scents as if
she bathed in a field of roses
to have her near,
so close
one more inhalation
and you'll be drunk with passion
passion consuming
your very being
doubt she's even
seen you
she walks by...not
a word you say
DAMN!!!
by then it's too
late
the girl's brooklyn
bound on the next train
oh well...you had
your chance
tomorrow's another
day, you could wait forever, never again
might she come your
way again
sometimes, a moment
is all we have
Is it just me...
my greatest fear is
just when my talents become recognized
just when it seems
I'm about to enjoy this life
some great tragedy
will befall me
just when I'm on
the brink of being happy
wouldn't that be
something-ironic is more like it
Is it just me...
but don't you yearn
for simpler times
when a phone call
was but a dime
tang was the drink
of choice
a fight between
boys was settled with fists
at least, you'd
live to see another day
Is it just me...
but doesn't it seem
like people are scared to be kind
how can you can
blame them when it could cost them their lives
what has become of
us I ask, the aliens looking down on us
observing us in our
daily lives...what must they think
when they see all
across the nation masses of us
living in the
streets, eating food from garbage cans
who will have the
courage to help his fellow man?
and I tell you
there are times when I've cried so much
sometimes I don't
even know why, I cry for myself
I cry for the
helpless, I cry for the innocent to come
I cry for who I am,
I cry for who I'm not
I cry for my father
who's dead and gone
I cry for tomorrow
don't know if I'll be around
and when I can't
cry no more I hug myself to sleep
Is it just me....
It must be just me
Dean Jéan-Pierre
(sometime in 1998. 98
was the year of melancholy it seems.)
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