I can't let you see who I really am
but I can't keep up with the lies
can't let you go and just live with the pain
and my feelings I can't keep disguised.
Afraid I might have to say sorry
let go of my own inner pride
but just as I find I have courage
I run for a corner and hide.
Would it hurt you too badly if I said goodbye
if I finally found the right words
would you go out of your way to cause me great pain
would it be what I greatly deserved.
I'm in a black pit, my own private hell
not knowing at all what to do
to afraid that I will screw everything up
of the things that I may put you through.
"afraid I might have to say I'm sorry" & the entire 3rd stanza were perfect. So what happened between the last poem I critiqued and this one? They were so easily forgettable. I like to call those the "UGH" poems.. I was just wondering, did you lose inspiration? It happens sometimes, a lot in fact. But you got it back, that's what matters. Good job on this one.
some parts need work but its still good hun
and if this is about tellin hartley off
i would
i love him but hey he's being a prick to ya
ash
Much Love
Ashley