Im just closing doors, locking them and throwing away the keys

Leaving a piece of me behind
but thats ok, i have fun picking up new pieces and trying to make them fit, obviously it wont be perfect but nothing ever is.

I love it when my heart races be it a scare or even love.
It reminds me that im still alive.

I struggle day-by-day to keep the darkness at bay.
But one day it will consume me,
and I will be blinded by it;
unable to see the light and find my way back.

But on that day,
I hope I will have someone to hold my hand and guide me back to the light.

All I fear,
is that they will have to enter my darkness to find me -
and I pray that they never get lost in my darkness.

Every once in a while i have a day where my bottle of emotions overflow and not even i can control my tears from flowing.

My mask is the only me i have ever known,
What lies underneath... not even i will talk about.
It's only for me to know and no one else to see.

I was told once that i have a nack for writing and expressing my thoughts.

But in school they don't want that,
So i had to write in black and white leaving the colour and the art i loved so much out
Just so i could pass.

Every time i think of the person i like my heart acks because i know they don't look at me with the eyes i look at them,
She is like a jewel a theif will never steal because he knows he will never be able to steal her heart.