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