. .
. .
. .
. .
i may not be the best.
i may be misunderstood.
i know i cannot be that someone
you expected me to be.
but i am still me.
still that same out-of-tuned key.
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i may not be the best.
i may be misunderstood.
i know i cannot be that someone
you expected me to be.
but i am still me.
still that same out-of-tuned key.
|
i'll keepon playing.
charmian angela aquino molina.
female.
14.
december 4, 1990.
dlsz.
sb.
i <3:
-adam brody
-andy roddick
-sleeping
-dancing
-chatting
-listening to music
-telebabad marathons
-joking around
i hate:
-snakes
-liars
-storm
-projects
faves:
"let it be" by beatles.
titanic.
remember the titans.
gossip girl.
sisterhood of the traveling pants.
sloppy firsts/second helpings.
mediator series.
my lifeas itis.
justthink about this.
Drifting
by Kit McCallum
I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.
I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.
You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.
I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.
For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.
Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?
It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.
I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.
It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.
Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?
Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?
Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?
Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.
key of C.
o
try as i may.
i can never explain.
key of D.
o
i cant' be somebody.
i'm really not.
key of E.
o
i know there's.
some time to change.
key of F.
o
everything's changing.
yet i don't feel.
the same.
key of G.
o
always caught.
up in circles.
confusion is.
nothing new.
key of A.
o
i never believed.
in dreaming.
it never.
got me very far.
key of B.
o
i tried.
to find myself.
i always.
get lost.
key of higher C.
o
no one see.
me rightly.
i'm always.
a fault.
key of higher D.
o
i tried to fly.
away from reality.
but gravity.
pulled me back.
key of higher E.
o
still i'll keep on playing.
that same out-of-tune key.
that everybody thought of me.