Specialist at losing

Your loss, I say,
but why I'm the one losing
my heart without you.

Your loss, I think,
I hate you for coming
into my life,
I hate me for letting
you in.

Your loss that you didn't
care for me
so that I could give
you my best.

Your loss am I
even though
I wasn't yours to lose.
But a specialist at losing
(such as you)
can lose anything!

No trust

To control every
word you say,
to control every
mood you express,
this isn't any more
a friendship.
There is no trust -
the charm is gone,
the comfort isn't
there any more.

Good thoughts

I know my flaws and weaknesses,
I know my thought aren't always
as good as they should be.
But it took me by surprise that while
I was thinking straight
and saying the right words
someone else was putting
words into my mouth
that reflected their attitude -
my compliment was
turned into an insult.

Clown

All my life I've been a clown,
and I know it's my role,
but as I see someone else
acting like one,
I'm impressed
and hooked with charm
of this person.

Self-destruction

Self-destruction is activated,
humiliation is on the way,
just in seconds I'll lose
my reputation.
But is there anything to lose?
Or does everybody know my real value?

Stupid

Stupid is the only word
you can call yourself -
seeing that he was interested
in someone else and still
getting on his way
hoping he would notice you.

You’re a clown, but why?
It is the best way to torture
yourself with dreams
with misunderstandings
that he would be
really into you?

Did he give any sign?
Did he say anything?
No, you just thought
there was more than
just a polite conversation
and you didn’t want to see
how he was ignoring you,
cut you out of the company.

But still you don’t
understand - he made
something that was way
ahead of general acquaintance?

Why he played?
Was it just a pay-back?
Or was there something else
you’re toying with those ideas
and he wouldn’t help you
‘cause you’re a lost
and forgotten cause!

Monster

You freed a monster
inside me
and now I don’t
recognize me -
I do the things
I wouldn’t
usually never
do to other person.

I feel like reading

I feel like reading,
you know what book would that be?
I feel like crying
do you see what I mean?

The book would read
is about the boys of street of Pal
this makes me even more feel
like they did losing their youngest pal.

This is the book I read
when I’m really low
these are the thoughts I breath
letting the sorrow go.

This is life

Some people
have got
the looks,
the rest of us
have to do
without them
and still try
to be happy.

Where is my joy

Where is my joy
I can’t find it
anywhere
and I’m broken
even dance
can’t bring relief.

Flemish impact

If I’m in an ironic mood
making everybody feel like fools
then you can be
more than certain
that the “condition” is
the Flemish impact

Apparently this is
a normal way to have
a conversation in Flandria
when you tease other people
without further consideration
and making fun of them
is your kindest way
to express a warm welcome.

Should I add that
even without knowing it
I’ve suffered from
Flemish impact
all my life
and been quite happy with it.