Why would one ever say
That I'm free of pain,
That I'm free of guilt, and that I'm free spirited
I appear to you, but apparently your eyes deceives you
You hear my voice, but never noticed how mute I was
I'm overwhelmed by my own feelings and emotions
The question is... do you see all that pain in me...
I am completely drenched in my own salty pond
Or should I say, I feel very melancholious
Why wouldnt one say I that I have a view of a pessimist
My heart is like a gloomy corridor
No one knows what to expect... niether do I
Emotions constantly come and go,
And constantly leaves a poignant reminder
Oh hear my cries...
As I drown in my own self pity pool
Oh hear my voice...
Before it's too late
©tasha.n
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