Mr. Burden

by Amanda Sloan   Sep 14, 2004


In vain I'll say i hate these features on my still childlike face
In vain I'll protest that nothing beautiful will ever enter this place
in vain, I will ask you to say things yet i will take them untrue
so that i may continue ringing this subject till its blue
He asks everything of me and yet i control this being
He's becomes my mask, and my weakness his bait
To lure me in and take my once trusting heart
All to hide under this fake "perfection" i strive for
It lays upon my shoulders week after week
Nevertheless, i cannot make it cease
It's become a part of me, because it can stay alive in me
Taking away the old genuine me.
People see and get tired of me
Trying to not be me
But they don't see my plea
Or how I'm,
Afraid of what they'll think of me
When the reality is that they hate this "pretend" me.
Truthfully I wish i could kill this beast thats roaming me
Pursuing to break me
not allowing me to Let loose and be me
But vanity has captured me
The burden that will forever haunt me
I've never been able to see true beauty
It all lies in me, but I'm to blind to see
I cant rip the metal that has changed me to this heavy post
This burden, oh it will kill most

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