So this is taking a trip into the past, here is a poem I wrote when I was Sixteen, far-out that was nearly eleven years ago 😦 anyways I must have been really messed up over something at the time hmmmmm.
Words in my way
It is a fact, that, I don’t know how to react
This world inside my head, its wack
My heart speaks a language I can’t decode
Later on no one will care which path you choose
No one cares who you really are
Everybody hides their scars
No one cares what you’ve lost
No one cares what personal lines you’ve crossed
It’s like the people you love are saying
Does it matter that I don’t really need you
I’m sick of all this hurting in my head
I’m going to go hide in my bed
I have to admit I’ve had so much fun
Think I might look into a life on the run
Can the world please look at me for all I am
That’s impossible when I block my emotions like a dam
I’m sick of always caring about what people think about me
No one else seems to care what I think of thee
I’ve said too much but not nearly all that’s in my head
All these words in my way
Fears drive me forward every day.