Frightened of what I will become
Scared of what I already am.
Sad of what I have all done
Frustrated of what I can't.
Angry of what I cannot change
Regretful of the things that I switched
Disappointed of all my lies
Grateful of them instead of the truth
Thankful nobody knows my mind
Hurt so bad because nobody can
Isolated because nobody realizes
Watched over suspicion
Heart and mind are separated
because they cannot work together
Emotions run too fast
Descions ramble on
Choices are all clouded over
Directions aren't even clear
The pen bleeds the ink for me
And the pencil scratches the graphite
The paper suffers silently
Getting stained with pressure
Understanding how the paper suffers in silence
Knowing why is because nobody will listen
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Frightened of what I will become
Scared of what I already am.
Sad of what I have all done
Frustrated of what I can't.
Angry of what I cannot change
Regretful of the things that I switched
Disappointed of all my lies
Grateful of them instead of the truth
Thankful nobody knows my mind
Hurt so bad because nobody can
Isolated because nobody realizes
Watched over suspicion
Heart and mind are separated
because they cannot work together
Emotions run too fast
Descions ramble on
Choices are all clouded over
Directions aren't even clear
The pen bleeds the ink for me
And the pencil scratches the graphite
The paper suffers silently
Getting stained with pressure
Understanding how the paper suffers in silence
Knowing why is because nobody will listen
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