Fragments of Me

Sometimes I wanna be sad

Sometimes I want to be sad
Sometimes I'm tired
Sometimes I kinda done with it
Sometimes I want to sit in the corner and I don't wanna talk to anyone
Sometimes I need friends and sometimes I miss the solidarity of being alone
But being alone isn't a choice
I can't be sad If I need to be sad
I can't be tired
I must be with people
Taking to people
Trying my hardest
Putting on a smile
Because they are watching
They are always there
Taking victory's in your losses
You cant rest
Because they'll see it as weakness
Like falcons preying on your every move
They don't care about you
But they want to feed on your fear
They need the satisfaction of knowing you hurt
You can't be hurt
Let the falcons go hungry you scream at the sky
Except they don't
Because falcons have great vision
The falcons see the bags under your eyes
They laugh at your measly attempts
They look around in tears at their fellow falcons
They see you dragging your feet
Try harder
Smile more
Talk louder
Talk quieter
Don't say that, what will the falcons think
They are coming to eat you, you think
But the falcons don't want to eat you
They feed on your fear from a distance
Because the falcons are cowards
They won't come from their branch and work for their food
They stand on their branch and suck in your struggles for lunch
They take every weakness you own and claim it as them
Every fear you have
All the falcons
And you need to be brave
Because they are watching and you may think
Sometimes I want to be sad
But it's just a thought
You put a smile on you face
You talk to people you don't want to talk to
You talk to people you don't like but have no real reason to dislike
You get up off your chair
You ignore your tired heart
Saying you want to sit back down
Because maybe if you try harder the falcons won't notice
Maybe if you change yourself the falcons won't hate you
Maybe the falcons will stop caring
Maybe you'll beat the falcons
Maybe one day you can stop pretending you have it better then the falcons
Maybe one day
If you get up off your chair
And fake it till and you make it and make you when you think
Sometimes I wanna be sad
That it is only a thought
Because the falcons are here