and in an instant
I am alone.
The storm rages on
with the one I can't hone.
the emotions overflow
the ones I struggle to hide
the ones I must contain
the ones I keep inside
I don't know where they came from
I just want them to leave
None of them make sense
and they make me want to heave
maybe I will talk with her
even though it is no use
because every time I need to lean
on her, she has a good excuse
"I'm here if you need me"
All you have to offer is biology
I don't need reasons, I need comfort
you've never heard of that policy?
It's funny; I seem put together
but no one knows the half of it
I only seem put together
because I have to *******
everything I've ever done
that wasn't pure passion
in fact, I've found that lots of things
seem to follow in this fashion.
Give me a chance to decide,
to sing, to love, to breathe
Give me a chance to strive
and wear my heart on my sleeve
I'm not special
no matter what they tell me
I'm not really good at anything
and there's nothing I could be.
Of course, many people have Ideas
but I don't want to care.
I mean, I do anyways
because I don't dare
to defy my parents
even though I do in my mind
and my soul,
blood and law bind
me to their ideologies
and their religion and their behavior
so I'll continue to wait for the boy
who will be my savior.
Because it sure as hell won't be Jesus
who'll take me in his arms
and kiss away my tears
and kiss away the girl she harms
                                              M.C.M