Forever moving, yet stationary
What am I?
If anyone knows the answer to this question, feel free to explain it to me. I don't know myself, I think. I can't help but wonder how other people see me. Am I a good person? Personally, I don't think I am. I have morals, but I don't know why, and mostly only when they're convenient for me.
Inner turmoil, yes please.
I seem stuck. My life is on the threshold my future, yet I sit, waiting...for what? I want to go on, and I want to take Marie with me. I will, if she'll have me. She's so deluded, the poor thing, and she's typical. She's a fifteen year old, what do I expect? I feel like a pedophile sometimes, even though I'm only two years older than she is. I love her, though, I know I do. She doubts my reasoning---"You just want in my pants," she says, only half joking---but there's more to it than that. No one believes me when I say it, but sex really isn't that important to me. I think she feels she needs to do things for me so I'll keep loving her. So sad. And I do love her. Even though we be but teenagers, and maybe it equates an elementary school romance, names carved in the desks and all. But I don't care. I don't see it that way.
I want to move on. I want to take this girl with me. I do hope she will see one day, see just how things really are.
If anyone knows the answer to this question, feel free to explain it to me. I don't know myself, I think. I can't help but wonder how other people see me. Am I a good person? Personally, I don't think I am. I have morals, but I don't know why, and mostly only when they're convenient for me.
Inner turmoil, yes please.
I seem stuck. My life is on the threshold my future, yet I sit, waiting...for what? I want to go on, and I want to take Marie with me. I will, if she'll have me. She's so deluded, the poor thing, and she's typical. She's a fifteen year old, what do I expect? I feel like a pedophile sometimes, even though I'm only two years older than she is. I love her, though, I know I do. She doubts my reasoning---"You just want in my pants," she says, only half joking---but there's more to it than that. No one believes me when I say it, but sex really isn't that important to me. I think she feels she needs to do things for me so I'll keep loving her. So sad. And I do love her. Even though we be but teenagers, and maybe it equates an elementary school romance, names carved in the desks and all. But I don't care. I don't see it that way.
I want to move on. I want to take this girl with me. I do hope she will see one day, see just how things really are.
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