as my heart it tends to constantly
bleed.
Searching endlessly for some kind
of patch to place over the chunks
that were snatched.
Who then should I try to be today?
Who shall I let lead the way?
Is it the child that desperately seeking
acceptance, or the woman who acts like
she's complacent.
When I appear in front of others,
I place upon my mask so nobody
knows or bothers to ask.
I once was a bright and happy being,
now the inside feels like a monstrous thing.
My life reveals one full of hate, anger, and pain.
At times I feel I have nothing left to gain so
I stay standing in the rain. I have no idea on how
to just let it all fall into the drain.
GOD knows how hard I try to get by, but all the
while steadily inside I continue to cry.
Sometimes I wish I could just jump up and fly.
Fly away and take it all away and just start fresh
in just one day. I'm tired, tired of this secret life
that others have ferociously thrown me into.
I know deep down inside I am somehow fertile,
creative, and funny. I must release this part of
me so one day I can truly be completely and totally
free to be...The real Me.
Written By,
Claysong(c)
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