In lit class we're reading Beowolf, and in the opening it's describing this horrible monster. My awesome teacher asked us if we felt sympathetic, then played "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who to give us another perspective.
When listening to that, I guess it sorta made me feel like how I feel with my family. Like, it's almost exactly what it's like when I'm with them.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
I gtg to work, I'll let you chew on that for a while. Btw, some shit beez going down, and I wish I could talk to people about but I can't because I promised this person I wouldn't. It's not even about me, and I feel so guilty about thinking about myself when this happens. It's also making me rethink things though. If I can't even comfort this person when something like this happens, I don't know what will happen if I can't comfort them when something worse happens.
In other news, I'm sick.
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