through
my mind
i see
eternity
an everlasting
death -
as i sit and stare
at my blank walls
and declare
that i can't go on
living this lie
that is called
me
i
sit in these
shadows
of
expectation
of
who i
wish
i could be
i
am so afraid to be me
i
will always
be
on the outside
looking
in....
no
matter how
hard
i try
to
fit
i
will always
be
pushed
aside
swept
away by
the
tide
of
this life
i
live....
if
you can call it that
i
can't go on
like
this forever
something
HAS
to
change
and
I must do it
I
am sick of
crying
and I am sick of
trying
to explain myself
to you...
When
you made me
push
harder
and harder
I
felt like your
prostitute
i
was called a strong female icon today
by some girl who barely knows my name,
let alone my character.
Little does she know that
I am weak and scared of the world
and life in general.
I so desperately want to be strong,
but I don't know how.
I used to be so head strong
and independent as a child... what happened to me?
If she only knew...
