show me who you are, don't say it.

because nothing is adding up, and i just want one source of input to decipher.

what happens when your actions say all the wrong things? i wanted to believe what you're lips were telling - love and respect and hope and trust and future. but you only said what you felt and your feelings were a storm, and a calm, and a fickle current, sometimes south, others north.

so i'll finally own up to the truth of painful, apathetic, selfish, careless, hopeless actions. i'm a nuisance, a means to an end, a bird to be handled, you're in control as long as you tell me what i want to hear.

but not when i run away. and run away i will, and run away i am, and i'll keep running till i can see clear.

-r