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They'll never know, I have fears.
Within me, I am scared... I have fears.
Sometimes they define me.
Many battles, many battles, wars, many, too many, I cannot count; I have lost them all.
They'll never understand why I am me, what makes me, me; what makes me.
They will never know.
Part of me is life's battle ground.
I am lost, I am weak.
I wish I could shed tears, but it rains all the time.
Who said pain wasn't beautiful?
Death is creative.
The wars of the heart are never meant to be won.
When you're scared...When I am scared...
They do not know, they never will.
They don't know why I smile, that when I do, it's only because I am scared.
That when I jest, it is only because I want to, though my esteem is always only a mockery to feathers.
That when I am with me, all I think about is the fact that I know, and have seen nothing, compared to others. They'll never know...
These thoughts are only in my head
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