you can't understand how much strain i put on my mind just to make you happy and in the end you only make....... see? i'm afraid to even say how i feel on a poem you may never read because if you do you may find out and resent me
that is much like our conversations filtered again and again watching my every word just to make you happy. i'll do it a million times a day and yet it doesn't make me feel any better about myself.
no more i can't do it
i'm willing to do anything for you that doesn't mean i should. if i did what i should; would i let you do what you want, much like the incubi of my past? would i silence myself, just to hear a bittersweet sentence from your mouth? would i sacrifice my time, my precious time, which i had promised for life's responsibilities? no. but i don't do what i should, so it's okay.
Looks have never been so piercing before Whispers have never been so loud before You try to step back, submit and comply Until one day you comply no more.
And after some time you'd want to break the silence Only more and more fingers to point your defiance Well what do they know more than what they have been told Silence is golden, your perfect alliance.
They love you and hate you Will own you, asphyxiate you Disregard and deny you And well still not know you.
You've never opened up, despite how many times they knock You have had your achievements and you’ve had your block They worry you no more they are a stupid flock Still, you stay amused, they are your laughing stock.