I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase


I thought I had escaped it by now. That it had been just a dream.

And now I'm up here, above this store. Your American friend is looking at the window, and I know very well what he sees. I've seen the same, so often.

A crowd. Watching for me, wanting me. Wanting to see me there, wanting to know about me, wanting me to explain.

I don't want to see that anymore. I want to escape.

What do you think about that, Piro? I wonder if, if you knew, that you'd be just like the ones outside. Wanting the explanations, wanting my life punctuated with nice little sound files in neat little profiles somewhere. Look, it's that same voice actor from this-and-this. Isn't her voice so nice, so gentle, so genki?

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me


I don't think I can really get away from it all. It's something I did. The CDs are out of print, but they're out there. Probably collector's items now.

They've latched onto my voice, let it affect their emotions. My voice would comfort them. My voice was familiar. My voice aroused their curiosity.

But you can't tell a person from just the way her voice sounds.

I'm not genki. I'm not loud and cheerful and energetic. Though my voice has been sometimes.

Voice acting is just that; acting. It's a business. Don't they understand? That mass of people gathered out there, watching, waiting, wanting -

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me


I don't want to be watched for! I don't want to be waited for and I sure as hell don't want to be wanted. Not on anyone else's terms but my own. And if I'm wanted, I want to be wanted for myself!

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase


I'm not just an actor. I'm not just a voice.

I'm not going to face that horde. I'm not going to go back to that.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me...


I'm so tired of playing the fool...

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