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The Reality of the Pain


First there was the rain, 

Guided by the sun. 

I played outside and just was me
 
And just was happy.
 
 
I thought I was cool,
 
I knew I was special,
 
But I wanted something different,
 
 
I wanted something more 
 
Than the doors of
 
The school that taught me
 
What to believe,
 
 
When finally I found my voice
 
Not from inside, but in the beat, 
 
The music calling my name
 
Farther and farther from
 
 
The reality which had claimed me
 
As its own, its toy, its manipulated
 
Bastard.
 
 
It was wrong. 
 
 
I played and I played,
 
My saxophone gave me strength,
 
I made it through to high school
 
But then fell apart again.
 
 
The music pulled me back. 
 
I learned to write,
 
To put the pain into words,
 
Put those words to song.
 
 
I once was told that
 
You only write songs for
 
Two reasons:
 
 
You're either in love,
 
Or you're falling apart.
 
 
This is where our story begins.
 
My poor sad heart
 
And my beating soul
 
Clashed head on,
 
 
Creating a melody of lyrics
 
Which no one has seen before,
 
No one has heard before,
 
Each one encompassed in
 
A meaning yet to be fully
 
Understood by those too weak 
 
To feel the pain of not being
 
Wanted, the feeling of 
 
 
Love gone to waste,
 
Of being so angry all 
 
You can see is red.
 
 
Reality? Who cares.
 
All I needed was an escape.
 
 
Songs are the most
 
Common form of poetry,
 
Yet the failure to see
 
The hurt beneath
 
 
Both is the same.
 
Pain is the same.
 
An escape. 
 
 
From falling in love
 
To falling apart.
 
 
We escape. 
 
 
Together.  
 
 
The reality of the pain
 
Is not how we get through,
 
But why we get through.
 
Some choose words.
 
 
Some choose love.
 
Others choose that physical
 
Pleasure which fails to 
 
Please our souls. 
 
 
Poetry. Songwriting.
 
The difference is 
 
But in the form.
 
The meaning behind
 
 
The words and the tone,
 
The way to pronounce
 
Those words that form on your 
 
Tongue, full of
 
 
Feelings like hatred and love.
 
This is the same.
 
 
This is the reality of the pain.
 
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