Post by onemorething on Jun 20, 2003 15:33:24 GMT -5
A million times she’s claimed to be fine. A million times she’s disbelieved. A million of her brightest words go unheard, because everyone knows better than her. Over and over people tell her, “You can count on me”. Her day's a revolving door of repetitive and reiterated words she had long ago learned. She has memorized the swan songs of friendship, as they are endless background music. “You’re not alone” tops her list of the most worthless words ever said, followed closely by “I’m here for you”. Yah, yah, yah… she nods her head. She calls those friendly phrases ‘blanket statements’ for they cover everything and are blank of meaning. I had been one of the ones singing support-songs in rounds to her, until she grabbed me by the shirt and say, “Stop singing me to sleep. I’m wide awake, so you listen!”
The scenery on the stage fell down all around us, signaling the end of an act. She said, “I know what I know, I know how I feel, and how everyone reacts. It really is clear that I can depend on these so-called friends. The ones that keep trying to help… the same ones that never listen. It is time you stepped outside this story to get a better view”.
I sat down with my hands in my lap, instead of my sword drawn to protect her. In my hands I held all my interruptions and lectures. Removing myself from this charade, it was quite clear to see, she truly had no need for the help we insisted that she did. She ended her regaling tale with the words, “I shouldn’t have to do this alone”. I thought about the lot of us telling her that same thing all along… and how somewhere along the lines those words forced her to do just that. No one ever stopped to think that ‘alone’ wasn’t referring to themselves, they just pushed their way through with their ‘help’. I had always been so sure that supportive words would fill her up. But words are weightless when no one hears what she wants to fill her up.
Standing on the outside, the song is all played out. Words are words, no matter how wise if you’re speaking on the wrong topic. She says as she begins to rebuild the stage, “ I shouldn’t have to do this alone”. From the wings of the stage, I finally agree, "No, you shouldn't".
The scenery on the stage fell down all around us, signaling the end of an act. She said, “I know what I know, I know how I feel, and how everyone reacts. It really is clear that I can depend on these so-called friends. The ones that keep trying to help… the same ones that never listen. It is time you stepped outside this story to get a better view”.
I sat down with my hands in my lap, instead of my sword drawn to protect her. In my hands I held all my interruptions and lectures. Removing myself from this charade, it was quite clear to see, she truly had no need for the help we insisted that she did. She ended her regaling tale with the words, “I shouldn’t have to do this alone”. I thought about the lot of us telling her that same thing all along… and how somewhere along the lines those words forced her to do just that. No one ever stopped to think that ‘alone’ wasn’t referring to themselves, they just pushed their way through with their ‘help’. I had always been so sure that supportive words would fill her up. But words are weightless when no one hears what she wants to fill her up.
Standing on the outside, the song is all played out. Words are words, no matter how wise if you’re speaking on the wrong topic. She says as she begins to rebuild the stage, “ I shouldn’t have to do this alone”. From the wings of the stage, I finally agree, "No, you shouldn't".
I LOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVED THIS! LMAO! 