Laughing away this overwhelming pain
beneath my soul no matter how many
times I escape this burden; it comes
back too spread terror
Animosity sweeps over me like a fast
moving fire in this forest; the urge too be
heard was fired
Silence has been hired
On a regular,I shed tears too express
this hurt, but it seems that no one
is alert
Honestly, I'm tired of trying to be who I am
Not instead of who I am; I frequently wonder
Do anyone ever look through my past
problems to see this good person
If so, does it ever last, thinking about all this
shit lets...
Anxiety through the door to attack
This one is deep. I loved it. ~Rae