part eleven (illusions)

somewhere within the babbles, somewhere between the lines, the truth may be discovered, but is it yours of mine?... somewhere within the rhythm or lost within the rhyme, we choose our own religions, one lie at a time... in our delusions, we hide our crimes... in our illusions, we hid our minds... in our confusion, we avoid what we don't want to see and by refusing, you may never know me... i would have told you if you asked but you didn't want to know for when i tried you'd look away and distract yourself with with facebook on your phone or something on tv or something else... you never really wanted to know me... i would have told you, if you had listened, but when i tried to you would zone out and your mind went somewhere else so let's not pretend you wanted to know when you showed me you didn't want to know every time... and you still have nothing to say... and you still silently walk away... and you still don't acknowledge who i am... yet you call me your best friend... and i am to understand... i adopted you as my family... so i love you unconditionally... so you don't have to listen and you don't have to care to know who i really am... i am still here as family, understand?... i hope you don't let any guilt get in your way... i hope you don't push me away... i've lost family this way... but i won't pretend you know me... you don't know what's going on inside of me... we're family, not bffs, and i accept that... i hope you can too... but you don't call me family so i accept i am a bff to you... somewhere inside i think you always knew...

you know you found reality when you can finally relax...

narf :)