Dec 2014
My thoughts are rubber
My words are cement
My thoughts grip me
and snap back
into my head full force
each time they try to escape
My words are concrete and imposing
I can't seem to take them back
no matter how hard I try
My words are cement
My thoughts grip me
and snap back
into my head full force
each time they try to escape
My words are concrete and imposing
I can't seem to take them back
no matter how hard I try
I don't know what the **** I'm doing anymore.
If I keep pretending to smile, will it get better?
... Probably not.
If I keep pretending to smile, will it get better?
... Probably not.
