It's been years
I don't feel real
I lost hope

But today
I want to dream again
And
Stand for what
I believe in
even if it means
Standing alone

tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write

ill sit here and pretend i mean something to you, while you give your all to someone else.
it feels great to pretend, i wish you loved me.

there's a lock between you and me
and i can't find the key
i don't think i'll ever find it
because there's something stopping me
it always stops me
pulls me back
drags me down
in my dark place

when i'm alone it reminds me
of my problems
of my weakness
even if i think i'm strong
it manipulates me
and keeps me inside

i learned to live with it
but sometimes it overcomes me
and i fall down
i can't learn to live with it

i call it anxiety