"Confessions" Ok so it's fess up time Oh boy another fessing up poem What a slut I've been What the fuck is up with me I can't figure out anything lately I don't know what I want Now I broke up one relationship But is it really what I wanted If it was what I wanted why am I crying Have had my fun on the side And now I'm in luv again But am I really ready to just jump right in again I mean it has been seven month almost It seems so much is going on lately for me I have had so many people hitting on me I can't even count them all lately Got two guys hitting on me Three chicks hitting on me What the hell is up with that What the hell am I doing Is it the hair,is it the goatee or whatever it is I know I'm not that cute at least I don't think I am But for some reason all of a sudden people want me And God does it scare me alot The guy thing it is funny don't worry me at all I am willing to try new things But what if I like it then what Ok I wont lie to myself I do like it I like all of the attention It makes me feel special All of the compliments lately I've been blushing so much, Been looking like my sheets alot lately I know I'm a flirt maybe I should stop But it isjust my nature It is me all me I am to nice for my own good And people take that the wrong way I got a good heart But sometimes that gets me nowhere fast I don't like to hurt people Maybe that is why it took so long to brake up I mean gees it has been on my mind For like about three month now or maybe more I can't even remember I can't listen to some songs I just start to cry I had to make a mix tape or all upbeat song Songs about power and living your own life to cheer me up I know it is all my fault But I was called selfish what the fuck is with that I mean gees I gave my everything and thats what I get called I don't know everything has been messed up for a while now anyways People don't listen,you try to tell them And they just brush it off like it is nothing Or they say you are fighting about something small When in fact the little things are that which kill the most Can I really juggle another relationship again I got so much going on right now Summer is coming,my friends want out Another person to be jealous of my friends and my time with them I need peace of mind maybe this is it This little poem,this little mess of nonsense Who the hell am I lately I don't know who I am anymore Everyone looks at me differently Do they all know my inner most secret Not even my best friend knows it Only a select few know the truth about the last Half year of my life Others just know portions of it,built up On little white lies to cover myself from hurt And the pain of the truth being known But people have been calling me on the truth And I answer back with the truth It really isnt that bad Maybe I should just give it up and let myself be free Then maybe I can move on with my life Or maybe it will just make it all worse for me The truth hurts sometimes I fell like I don't know what I'm doing anymore Like I'm lost inside of my own body Like a puppet on a string With no siccors to get out WIll the truth set me free Or turn the people I love against me I just can't take this life anymore I need a change and fast Everything around me aggrivates me I feel so bottled up inside So stuck in a rut to be continued..........