expected it sooner
we are all made of clay
chaff,dust
too ***** to be clean
I swallowed all guile
hoping for good
held on to shadows
until this day
my eyes flew open
I stagger to stand
it won't reoccur
but I'm too weak to know
expected it sooner
my tears won't flow
not even for joy
that moment happened
I took my stand
the verdict so true
I guess you'll doubt
so sorry but its true
the little girl has grown
now words can't reform
I'm sorry but its true
I left fear behind
at home with the maid
now bye to you I say
anything holding me is gone
swept,crushed in anger and gone
i'm finally free
free to fly, to soar
I knew all this since dawn
but will this really last...
i'm clay and I remember
can I bear his piercing gaze?

When you entrust someone with something,
anything,
personal...
What hurts most is
When they use that part of you to strike you,
As if it hadn't hurt you enough already.

When you tell a person something,
anything,
personal...
Expecting them to understand and
Help you
What hurts most is
When they hear it all and don't understand

When you are confused about something,
anything
personal...
Confused so much that it hurts,
And you feel like you need to tell someone,
What hurts most is
Holding it in

What has the potential to hurt most is what you decide for yourself.

expected it sooner
we are all made of clay
chaff,dust
too ***** to be clean
I swallowed all guile
hoping for good
held on to shadows
until this day
my eyes flew open
I stagger to stand
it won't reoccur
but I'm too weak to know

expected it sooner
my tears won't flow
not even for joy
that moment happened
I took my stand
the verdict so true
I guess you'll doubt
so sorry but its true
the little girl has grown
now word can't reform
I'm sorry but its true

I left fear behind
at home with the maid
now bye to you I say
anything holding me is gone
swept,crushed in anger and gone
i'm finally free
free to fly, to soar
I knew all this since dawn
but will this really last...
i'm clay and I remember
can I bear his piercing gaze?

I'm double
i'm not the me you know
lashed and and released by pain strung cords
i'm different
inseparable, covered
undiscovered
confusing, i know
my me is unknown
hidden by shadows
pls help me elope
I need wide space

i'm busted
crazy and know it
today I lost the battle
of myself, with myself, by myself, for myself
hands up in surrender
I move no further.....failed by trials
I want to elope.

Eating deep, this green coloured skin
I'm coloured, I was told
I look real
But chose green
a reminder of me....unsmiley & mute
Noisy with lines, in contest with me
a life so battered it became the best
a name handed me in the moment I didn't decide
my favourite pastime
Pain.....
Healed in batches mostly by me
Lifes turn held nothing ....
except in my hands
new hopes I held to
....but from my pocket it came,
I'm responsible for all
no captain or coach
invincibility held hands
only I knew nothing new
grief
as old as its name
I guess this so boring
So I do not say.