Its easy to rant out loud
about how school ***** and how
I stubbed my toe last night

But the thing is...
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write about my feelings
Ill never be able to express how it felt to lose a loved one
Or how I always am wondering when justice and equality will take a stand
in this ****** up world.

I don’t see myself as the type to just sit and write
Write about things that seem to be important and leaving myself there to wonder
Who am I to stand in front of people whose words and feelings can just spill out onto paper
as if they were throwing up their beautiful thoughts

I want to be able to throw up those beautiful things on paper
that can steal away your attention in a split second.
Here I stand in front of a room filled with people but to me its just an empty room
maybe if I just close my eyes I’ll see the stars
that seem to keep the moon company every single night
and maybe they’ll keep me company
as I spill out these thoughts that make me crazy in my own little world that is my head.

I wish you could understand
that I fear and tremble in terror
Truth be told
Id rather die then try to explain these words
these words that I seem to
jumble up and can't seem to pronounce right

I have so much to say
and yet some how I can't find the way.

why is it so hard
so hard for you to see that these words that I'm trying to say actually mean something
that I actually mean something
you just sit there and stare
with that blank wide eyed look on your face

I just can’t understand what it is
what it truly is that you want from me
Some how all my words lead back to you
just constantly trying to please
you.

I know these words won’t hit you like they hit me
but one day
maybe just one day they will.