thiskidknows

I'm sorry for all my posts..I'm trying to take my mind off how I'm feeling. so I'm trying writing instead..I'm drinking but each time I'm writing i'm not downing my drink.


Look past the cover ur see the confusion, the pain
the cover is the mask that protects me, keeps me sane.
dare to go past the cover, ur find the real me
but I can't guarentee ur like what u see.

ur see tear stains from the pain
the confusion, ur think i'm insane
a tangeled web, a messed soul
This person will never be whole

the insecurities left behind
the confessions of an unsound mind
never can I let myself unwind
cause I'm living in the subconcious mind

the truth behind my eyes
all the years of asking why
the scars that have been left behind.
signatures of the ppl, no scar left unsigned.

Ur see what he done to me,
and how I believed it to be love
ur understand why I am to blame
although it wasn't really even my crime

The embrassment that I hold
I wish I'd never told.
ur see that he walked away
just when I needed him the most

The shame of not being able to walk away
everyday I went back, without delay
Everyday I was on time,
I allowed him to committ the crime.

the one time I tried to fight back
he was too strong, I was attacked.
so ur see that even when I fight
everthing I give is thrown right back.

No chapter of this book is complete
so much I need to learn, I need to repeat
to understand, I have to relive
but the time is not right, I'm not ready to grieve.

I'm not ready to let go,
I'm freaked incase I fall.
I'm crawling, but I need to start to walk
the time has come I have to start to talk.

When you have finished with the book,
ur see the freak, did u have a good look
did u see that the seams that are broken,
that the pages are torn.

This book will never be the same again.

Midas

Don't apologize. It's cathartic. That is a great poem.