Frightened of what I will become
Scared of what I already am.

Sad of what I have all done
Frustrated of what I can't.

Angry of what I cannot change
Regretful of the things that I switched

Disappointed of all my lies
Grateful of them instead of the truth

Thankful nobody knows my mind
Hurt so bad because nobody can

Isolated because nobody realizes
Watched over suspicion

Heart and mind are separated
because they cannot work together

Emotions run too fast
Descions ramble on

Choices are all clouded over
Directions aren't even clear

The pen bleeds the ink for me
And the pencil scratches the graphite

The paper suffers silently
Getting stained with pressure

Understanding how the paper suffers in silence
Knowing why is because nobody will listen