Torn
By Elizabeta
August 9, 2001
Black and white
turns to gray
Concrete fades away
A different face for a different friend
A masquerade that never ends
Day and day
Day and night
An inner fight
What is wrong and what is right?
Mirror reflection, lie detection
Public rejection
Object of no one's affection
An inner scream, a quiet smile
Can I be your clone for a while?
Will anyone listen, will anyone care
Will they notice, will they stop and stare?
Tell me, do I exist
If I am not someone's shadow?
If I do not follow them everywhere they go?
Sometimes, I don't know.
Tell me, why do I do what I do?
For a purpose, or merely to impress you?
I ask myself this, till I'm black and blue
and still I don't know anything new
Two voices whisper in my ear
Neither tell me what I want to hear
First there's resolve and then there's fear
First comes happiness and then a tear
I run, round and round and round
in circles on the ground
Maybe I will think about it some other day
Black and white turns to gray
Concrete fades away