If you were reading this right now,
what would you think?
Would you turn away or somehow
know just how I feel?

These regrets will plague me,
forever and ever.
They’ll haunt me and stalk me
with things that might have been.
The plague of regret,
of foolish decisions
Is terrible to behold.

Haunting you, stalking you,
bending you, breaking you,
forcing you to fold.

Forcing you to surrender
to doubt and wonder
about what could have been.

Plaguing your thoughts,
twisting your mind,
forcing you to give in.

The past wasn’t good enough,
the present won’t be either,
not with regret on your heels.

Every day is a question,
what might have happened-
could you have changed how he feels?

If you had told him,
right then and there,
would you be here today?

The opportunities were present,
but the words wouldn’t come,
Why couldn’t you say?

It was so obvious to you,
maybe not to the others,
the way you felt about him.

But your chance is gone,
and so is he,
will you ever forget him?

The regret of those times,
when you kept your mouth shut,
will haunt you for many years.

It will always be there,
lingering, asking,
What if you’d conquered your fears?

It seems we’ll never know,
we can never be sure,
how it might have turned out.

One thing is certain,
you’ll have to endure,
and learn to live with the doubt.

I’m slipping, sliding,
right into the dark.
I’m twisting, turning,
falling apart.

I’m flying, soaring,
up in the clouds.
I’m running, sprinting
across the grounds.

I’m hiding, shrinking,
under the stairs.
I’m searching, seeking,
looking nowhere.

I’m laughing, joking,
having some fun.
I’m talking, shouting,
telling no one.

I’m crying, sobbing,
drying my tears.
I’m leaping, jumping,
crashing down here.

I’m dying, living,
both at once.
I’m thinking, learning,
what the world wants.

I’m sleeping, dreaming,
all in my head.
I’m waking, blinking
here in my bed.

On the first day,
I feared the start.
On the second day,
I feared the end.
After a week,
I feared the weekends.
After a fortnight,
I feared the holidays.
Now?
I fear the day I leave school,
And I'll be forced to leave you behind.

My head isn't bare
So trouble i'm hiding
You assume
Under my scarf
Within my hair
Yeah, of course that's true
Because feelings i don't have
And to care i never do
WOW what some people
Sophisticated much
in wardrobe and appealing,
But how about
thoughts and some feelings?