Some times I wonder what I am worth...
In terms of money, in terms of birth.
But most of the time it's the not nice...
What would someone sacrifice?
Am I worth money, pennies and pounds.
My weight in gold, jewels and crowns.
Am I worth only what I can bare?
Bringing life into the world, unique and so rare.
Or am I worth the greatest of all?
Heartache, sacrifice... Honour will fall.
No, no, not any of these that's clear.
I'm a stranger, worth nothing. That's what I fear.
©Odd 8/11/12
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
I remember. Not through want and of joy. But of woe through compulsion. No wisdom came with. Torment without accrual. Just eternal bitterness. Where optimism once stood. I remember faintly.
My storm pride embraced tide. Kinda awesome and mostly Benign. Most functions shall self redesign. Contaminated resurrection, resigns. While. My beautiful reconstruction. still flys.
Can you feel her. Can you see her dreams. She is wrapped up in a torrent of emotion. Her world ripping at the seems. Can you hear her. Can you read her mind.
Hello. I'm fate. You've been avoiding me as of late. But here I am. And here I'll be Until the time when you'll come with me. Hello. I'm destiny. I see you've been trynna change me. But here I am.
There is a design, We all have agreed... Like growing a plant, Must start with a seed... Our lives are the same, They each have a plan... We each get a hand, And we do what we can...
I look into the mirror, Who is that looking back at me. I certainly don't recognise them, Deep blue eyes that stare into mine make me feel nervous.
Why so fascinated my shadow of I. Annoying sprite in the corner of my eye, Melancholy, joyful, treasonous, or shy, This shadow dutifully dances with I. Why so fascinated my shadow of I.
What if there was another us. Another version below or above. Would we look at ourselves and be proud of our lives, Or would we see all the hurt and mistakes not so kind.
You are invaluable, pennies and Jewels are just what a particular group of people value. I think every individual is priceless and so no value can given
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