No no no,
I am not dead- not completely.
Just half, only on the inside.
On the outside I am perfectly alive.
So no,
I am not completemy dead- not yet.
Just only on the inside.

As the words stirr in your brain, soon to be forgotten & left forever unsaid
Day after day slowly disappearing
Under layer upon layer of dust
Since the choice of being seen & not heard was a must
Just the thought of keeping my mouth shut & leaving my voice silently unspoken
Drives my mind insane & my heart feeling ignored & broken
How can they say it is better to seen & Not HEARD???
To me that just sounds so harsh  & complety absurd!!
I say it's better to speak what's in your mind
Sure it may not be what they want to hear because it may be rude ,instead of kind
But everyone has the right to express
What they think or may have thought
People just need to shut up & learn,
Learn to listen, they can either agree with it or not
No matter the subject or situation,
Someone will always have an opinion
We just have to be patient& trust ourselves with whatever we believe in

old mother hubboard went to the cupboard but there was nothing there
not a single morsel just complety bare
her poor dog was starving he was very thin
she just couldnt feed him she had nothing in

she took a trip to asda took a look around
looking for the offers to see what could be found
she filled her trolley and bought the dog a bone
and a ten pound top up for her mobile phone

now her cupboards full and everything is fine
nows shes got a pc  so she can shop on line

They keep talking like they’ve been taught to do
They’ll keep laughing,
Nobody sees the real soul,
We all keep living in this big fake air balloon,
We all just looking around us,
Cause the world is the one we can trust on,
No we have no choice,
We’re just living it like there’s nothing wrong
We all keep living in this big fake air balloon.

Seeing the crowd,
I can’t talk I can’t move,
Cause they’ll wait for the
Special part,
So they can look at eachother
And talk afterwards,

If you aren’t acting the same way
They will dump you like a getaway
They ask me why am I this closed,
Why am I afraid to complety be myself,

I’ll anwser what if I’m different,
If I won’t fit in the crowd,
I’d completly be isolated from the world,
People will look at you with a different eye,
They will see you like a dismissed colour,
Talk about you with great honor,

I like my imperfections,
I like being different,
I like living my own space,
But they won’t
I’d rather keep it to myself,
Than destroying myself in public

I'm too tired to think about the concequences of my actions
i don't really care about anything or anyone anymore and i don't know if that's a good or as bad thing if I'm being complety honest.

I used to be such a stupid person - caring about everyone hoping I would get the same thing back.
Knowing that I won't but still believing.
So foolish of me to think that anyone would care about me.

But it's all clear to me now
And I've understood that the best way to hide your feelings is to not have them at all.