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ORIGINAL: stella41b

Oh no
Sitting there before me
Those same vacant blue eyes
Sitting

Watching
Observing
Maybe some music?
How about a bit of Tchaikovsky?
Da da da da da dee da da da
Da da da da da dee dum dum dum dum
Da da da da dee dum dee dum dee dee dum dum dum
Da da da da dee dum dee dee dum dee dum dum dum

They just don't understand
They never understand
They never even read my bloody profile
But they write
Not understanding
Just writing, not understanding, writing, no sense
Trying to understand
But failing

But maybe you will understand?
You with the vacant blue eyes
You the one who watches me
Observing
You can lie down on the bed
I will lie beside you
You will be one, I will be the other
One of us will stare at the ceiling
And we will lie there
Together
Happy
Forever

You see I have been waiting all this time
For that opportunity to appear, when you'll be mine
Moments of truth, reasons to hide
In the times and months spent on the other side
I know that you fear me, as I fear you
But there's nothing else which we can do
You are my future, yet I am your fear
You can take me forward, I will stay here
This isn't easy, it's hard to explain
But I want to experience the joy, and feel the pain
To understand the sense of what is to be
And what lies at the core of you and me

But you won't understand
And besides I will spoil it
I always do
Too much of this dom and sub if you ask me
I never listen
Just jump right in there with both feet
And when I do finally realize
It's much too late
And I try to make amends, I always try to make amends
But you know, it just never seems to work out

What am I?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
And more to the point, who are you?

And who are all these other people?
And what are they doing here?
Do you know?
Does any of this make any sort of sense to you?

Sometimes I wonder if anyone will ever really understand
Some days I wonder if I will ever really understand as well
But you see, I have been feeling like this all through my life
My whole life, ever since I was a kid, and it made a mess of relationships
I just felt as if I was pretending, holding it all inside
And then one day something happened, someone understood and it all came out
I knew from that moment in time that nothing else really mattered
And that this is the way it has to be
And all this searching
All these questions
Well, they're all meaningless aren't they?
I mean, if I am me, the real me, and I can just find someone who can understand and accept me
For me, as I am, here and now
As I will accept them, for who they really are
Then everything will be fine

Won't it?

Aw come on, do you really believe all this?
It's all lies, bullshit, players and fakes
People playing online games
Online relationships never work out
You see half the men like to dress up as women
All the women are men anyway
Everyone is a man in fact
I just don't know what the world is coming to

He lied to me
She lied to me
Why doesn't anybody write back to me?
How can I find a Mistress?
I can't find a Mistress
Why are all the doms control freaks?
Why aren't submissives submissive?
And what is a switch?
What's the difference between a submissive and a slave?
I am a submissive, I could never be a slave
I am a slave, but even I can see the paradox here

Different boxes
Boxes
Box
A box
The box
Thinking outside the box
Living outside the box
No more need for boxes

I am me
You are you
And this
Is what we do
Day in, day out
Night after night
We are ourselves
This just feels right

Thoughts and comments please
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