Do you ever think of me?
When we're hundreds of miles apart
When we're sleeping in two separate beds
When I'm crying into my pillow
When I tell you I miss you
When you're sitting in class
When water runs over your body in the shower
When you crush garlic for your dinner
Do you think of me?
Throughout your daily life
As the time ticks in your ear
And moments continue to pass
Do I cross your mind?
Am I something you want to think of?

I know how much I love you
But do I know how much you love me?
Is it but an illusion
That I create
Because I love being in love?

I  have so much I want to say
But not sure how to put it into  words
My feelings out on paper
But my mind  is blocked
I write  but then I take  it away
I  judge myself  while  I tear myself apart
I start over  as my thoughts pour out
Still  thinking to myself
I want to touch people with my words
The negative  cuts in deep
The voice telling me  
Not to write and  just give up
who will I be

The feeling of  writing  
Overtakes me  
Being able  to
Give yourself to   the world
let  your words  tell the story
At  times I feel  free
I open myself up
And hope you can see me for being me.

she draws away from the crowd
wanders off to her kingdom
silent and free
in her own mind

Why  is it so hard finding love
People  give  up  at  the start
Too lazy get know each  other
Put the work  in and  leave the past in the past
The mistake of others put on you
Here are my flaws
I show you who I am
I bring no faded images
You wanted perfect  
but  have flaws
here  is me  
A  man who wears  his heart  for the world  to seee

wow
i am me
no one else
can crawl into my head
and know my thoughts
i will grasp control of my life
and go my own way

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

who's real and who's fake
people make my head ache