I look in the mirror
Just deal with it I yell
The pain is like a white hot seer
I need to quit running away and stop hiding in a shell
No more options, I need to man up
No longer can I make excuses
As I go to talk though in my throat I feel a lump
I've lighted the fuses
I will come out and say my thoughts
I'll tell everyone the words I need to say
In a way I'm saying I fought
I no longer will keep myself at bay
I'm rising up and starting a rebellion of my emotions
I don't need any magic potions
I have a hard time talking about a lot of stuff unless I type it but I'm going to stop it… at least that's the plan.