you don't know what it’s like
i don't know what it's like
you don't know what it means
and neither do i it seems
i don't want to be
anyone else
but i wouldn't mind a day off
a day off from being me
there's gotta be something else
something that i can't see
there aren't any real occasions
for thin approximations
glib insinuations
paled infatuations
just wanna take the day
you know
just to get away
get away and not be
get away and not be me
you tried to tell me
i didn't listen
i let your words
fall
on my deaf eyes
at what point does
a cry for attention
become a scream for help
just asking for a friend
when does as much
as you can take become
more than you can handle
every beginning has an end
i look into my soulless eyes
i see the storm that rages still
time in space time to waste
but mostly time to kill
i reach into my hardened heart
and awaken the old pain there
more a sifting of cold ashes
without feeling without care
stagnating coagulating
in this puddle of me
smack bang in the middle
of this muddle of me
the show must go on
and so
the show just goes on
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (4)
Wow very deep….felt every word.
This hits like a quiet scream — raw, weary, and achingly relatable. That line “a day off from being me” lingers in my mind like an echo I’ve tried to ignore. Powerful writing, Brenton. If you ever have a moment, I’d love for you to check out some of my pieces too — would mean a lot.
Yes to all of this lol 😂 I was singing this in my head! Loved it
Really well written here. I loved the way you utilized a great vocabulary for this piece! I wish you well, Brenton <3<3