Burning up inside my chest
are hundreds of words,
spoken to myself,
just to be burned,
turned to ash with all the rest.
I've wanted to say
so many things to you,
I've even built up the courage,
to say at least a few.
Do you realize,
why I need to scream,
why I need to hit the wall,
why I wish this was a dream,
why I wish the whole facade would fall?
The reason is the trapped words,
the words that hide,
they're the reason for the frustrated tears in my eyes
they're the reason why out of humiliation and anger I cry
they're the reason why it doesn't matter how hard I try,
why it doesn't matter how hard you try.
There are words that I need to say,
there are words you need to hear,
but due to present fear,
the words will need to wait another day.