Mirrors

I hate it, I hate it un other people, but even more I hate it when I catch it in myself, which seems to be all too often. It sneaks out of me, in that small moment when answering a question a bit too quickly, something that just isn't me. I don't know what me is most the time, but I know what I am not, and unfortunately I know that I sometimes am what I am not. I act in a way not in my nature, but why. To appear different? I have always tried to be myself, not matter the circumstances. So because it is my automatic reaction? Because it is societies (or my view of it) automatic reaction (and yes, I can blame almost anything on society), have I become just another mouth for an endless line of conformist sheeple (gosh I'm cynical). I seem to be far too impressionable of untrue, small-talk-esque responses, it seems to be a thin line, for me, between overthinking and underthinking. A thin line that is far to hard to walk. But walk it I shall try to do, after all, my ignorance of my hypocrisy can only stretch so far.

Jumping back a second, maybe this mirroring of my actions is just another wall to hide behind. Allthough I always try to show my true self, I have never strived to show my whole self, not even to my self. Maybe conformity is my way of saying, "you've seen me, but that's all you can of see."

Music to my ears

It's kinda been a while since my last post =S, life has been somewhat hectic what with school and other far more important things. Anyway, I was sitting in the spa a few days back and I sorta came up with these lyrics. They had a bit of a tune to them but I can't figure out what it is. The closest thing to it is the chorus of "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers with a few sylable changes and a wee bit slower.
I got time left on this earth
I got roads left to walk
I got people to meet, and
People to talk ta
I got many years ahead
But I know one thing is true
That those years aren't worth living girl, if
I am without you

And while I'm posting lyrics maybe some slightly less original ones that seem to ring true at the moment.

She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man I swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song
But movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb, call it luck, call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet

Peace out
Spread the love not the legs
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