And where do I begin?
Without giving in, boundaries crossed or saying too much?
What’s it take to just feel enough?
In between
I’m getting back on stage
My voice will be heard
It’s never about me
It’s always about someone else
I’m going to make it about me
******* finally.
Can we go inside?
The wind keeps blowing and my *** keeps showing
I can feel the tides changing
And once again I’ll be left standing
Heartbroken and calling out
Forever left searching
Life has felt suspended lately
But you are not part of this crowd
Here I am an open book but nobody seems to look dying inside screaming. See me. Please. I sit I scream
Story of my life
I said to much
I made it weird
I am weird
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC
And where do I begin?
Without giving in, boundaries crossed or saying too much?
What’s it take to just feel enough?
In between
I’m getting back on stage
My voice will be heard
It’s never about me
It’s always about someone else
I’m going to make it about me
******* finally.
Can we go inside?
The wind keeps blowing and my *** keeps showing
I can feel the tides changing
And once again I’ll be left standing
Heartbroken and calling out
Forever left searching
Life has felt suspended lately
But you are not part of this crowd
Here I am an open book but nobody seems to look dying inside screaming. See me. Please. I sit I scream
Story of my life
I said to much
I made it weird
I am weird
I’ll continue to post fragments from over the years. I have poetry in 30 journals, online, on my phone. I’m finding things slowly. Some dating back to 2005.
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