I realized I hate when people pressure me I back up and build a wall a mile
high into the sky My vision blurs and I start to cry My blue shadow smears
as I rub my equally blue eyes My small chest heaves with that sigh Sigh of
regret a sigh of remorse for something that I do not yet know Why I do what
I do I don’t think before I speak I don’t speak before I act but sometimes
actions speak louder than words I hold things so deep inside I feel like I’m
turning inside out With all of this confusion I go back on what I say when I
don’t get my way I want to run away and never look back But I won’t cause I
get real amped then my feelings cramp and I go back into my room where I
have the room to be myself No questions/comments/queries from them No trying
to be cool for you MY hopes and dreams if I had any at all float around in
that pool of blood pumping to my brain from my heart which is controlled by
love, the fuel of all my actions isn’t even a fraction but the whole of my
soul that is owned by him He who hardly knows me but still knows too much
Already he wants in Am I ready to give I’ll soon see One kiss could tell a
story just like a picture is worth a thousand words Words that I try so hard
to get out but always seem to be wrong But is forever too long to wait for
what is right?
 
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