I've been disappointed
I put the ones I loved on the highest
shelf
as if they can do no wrong
I often forget to take a look at myself

Should I run away
From who I am
Should I cut my hair color it change my
name
Unfortunately I know I will act the same

I'm reminded of my own struggles
Everywhere I look
Why have I been quiet this entire time
Discouraging my own happiness

I only trust a select few
The artists the poets my mother
They have seen this cruel world
I find comfort in their views
For the understand the pain I go through

The pan is impossible to explain

There is no way to undue the past
I wish I would have shown more love
If I did
Maybe the one I loved would not have left
So fast

Time changes nothing
Each bad memory still burns
Waiting for the past to reveal something
What can I say I have learned?