Diva

Can't you get your voice to be heard
well of course not when you're not a part of the gang
It's easy to yell from the outside
but why would you expect someone to listen
They don't know that you think you're in
they don't want you to take part
but you just can't comprehend that
Attention seeking diva

And they won't come to you even if you call them by their names
they do register it but don't bother to react
neither would I, if I wasn't observing from the outside
They have a blast, you have your mobile with its games
at least it makes you look busy
though from the corner of your eye you're just concentrating on their laughter
wishing that you were a star, a part of the show

I'd feel sorry for you, if you weren't so ridiculous
and oh so entertaining

I wonder whe will you grow to see yourself like the rest do

Times

I'll miss this when it's over
Time when we had enough courage to make promises
time when we could believe in words only
and trust them to be true
Once in a lifetime
It's already coming to an end
our smiles are crumbling,
it's harder and harder to meet your gaze

I'll miss this, won't you too
Days when we just dreamed
it had nothing to do with reality
when the real world was a joke to us

It just never made us laugh

Like the snow falls, time will cover this soon
I'm glad I was there with you
Like the snow eventually melts, time will fade this away
I will miss our promises then

Inspired by song called "Hot Times" by S.M The Ballad.

Shattered

Am I broken, problems stored in a golden drawer
though would I even notice if they ran free instead
Would that make a big difference
if I already go forward only from force of habit
Inertia, it's hard to stop for any mass once it has stirred forward
is that what recovery is all about,
little by little you start to move on as well

I guess there's some limit on how shattered you can be
There's no way to lengthen this forever
at some point even a reflection will crumble

Am I OK if I know the recipe for healing
I take the help offered and I'm with in the spirit of rebuilding
who can see that I don't believe for one second
that the pieces that slipped from my hands would ever return
Inertia, once you stop it's even more impossible to start moving again
and all your previous struggles go in vain
because what does it matter how great a distance you move,
if the journey ends without a goal anyway

I don't know if I can be crammed into the theories of physics
but can I be more amazing than other pieces of mass
if we all are equal

Translated by Sith Fisto.

Envy

Envy is the most destructive of feelings
More destructive than any poison gas
It turns friends against each other,
The failure's back towards the winner
because this parasite follows success
There's always room for it even within the purest of hearts

Envy is despicable, shameful
No civilized soul will admit it
Surely we are all above it
After rising from childhood's sibling battles to adulthood
And still it won't disappear but comes to you like a friend in need
Slinking as the shadow of fame and fortune

It would be too conceited to say
That I'm free of it, even if it should be the truth
But it shouldn't be a problem, it doesn't harm me
unlike the others that have fallen amidst the envious
As they place themselves in my way
Just like the rest of them

Hope

Light in the end of the tunnel
They say it's there if we dare to see
it should guide us home
or at least to a place better than this
Back our re-built paradise
but after crowling without a direction
I think hope's just an illusion
So pretty and tempting, sure
Aren't pictures always beautiful?
Haven't you heard of photoshop

What we see is a reflection
of what we wish there to be
Imagination really is powerful
and they sound reasonable as they show us how wrong we are
if we doubt
Hope is an illusion, it's like a mirror
giving us what we want it to reflect
Hope exists only when we think of it

It's as amazing as our wildest dreams
just a bit better
to make us think it's true

Perfection

Perfection is nothing but a fantasy
I've built around myself to be my face, to be my frame
I don't need a hide out, I just want some peace occasionally
And oh yes I know how perfection scares you ordinary ones
it looks huge and strong, that's its purpose
I've built it but I don't control it
You see, it is the master, the one I must obey
and it's demanding, it wants it all
All my blood, all my soul, all my skill and gifts
All my attention
And still it's not happy before I'm cold

Perfection is bliss to the one who carries it
to the one who can act like it weights nothing

I must destroy my mistakes for my master
My master will accept only my all
but I think that over the time, over the years
I've spent here, safe
my all has become less and less
and soon everything I was or had will be nothing

That's the price of not beauty but perfection,
the price of not pride but security