Behind Blue Eyes

Why would your words bring me down?
I am a writer
Didnt it ever occur to you that
I design words for a living
Its like trying to give a seamstress
dirty fabric to make
a dress for herself when
she knows the source,
Worse still,
she is the source.
Breathe, relax
It isnt all that bad
We all play God in peoples lives
one way or the other
Some people just get addicted to it
And start to play creator.
Your words can never hurt me
Infact I always look forward to the hate
I relish and crave every momemt of it
Hehehehe
I guess you didnt play with dolls as a kid
All that pretending that we did
to give the dolls character and
bring these characters to life.
In our heads of course.
But very intersting and
not a waste of time at all.
I remember,
I had a whole set of dolls,
Always saved up to buy them.
I had 22 dolls.
Each day was a different storyline.
Awesome.
I didnt stop playing with my dolls
till I was 13.
Other girls were into boys and stuff and all that.
I was into my dolls,
building their fantasy empire.
I was their God.
What a life.
There were scripts of course,
I would write scripts and
act them out with my dolls.
I even drew comics.
Made a couple of series of them.
On friends birthdays,
I would make a whole storybook
out of print paper for them as gifts.
Bet they tought I was silly.
But I tought I was incredible.
I was pretty much a lonely kid,
only on the outside though.
But inside me is a whole universe,
planets and all.
So its impossible to know
all of me.

(c)me