Is it possible to fall apart
yet stay so entacted?
Somedays I just realize, I
don't kow me...I put on an act.
I stand in a room talking loudly,
but is that even me?
I'm torn bettween emotions,
confused they cannot see...
I know only faded extremes,
love vs. hate, no in bettween
whatever happened to the
happy, hyper girl that I've been
who would have guessed,
she (me) would love to feel pain?
With people saying I am crazy
and me falling apart, how can I be sane?
I tell people nothing,
no way to convey my feeling
So I tell them simplisties
that send my conscience reeling
I'm falling yet I'm stable
I'm still learning how to breathe
I ramble for hours, forget
thoughts because they freeze
I try to write things down,
but it always comes out wrong
I want them to be eloquent
carry like a song...its so wrong...