Thursday, February 23, 2012

Tired of being held down...

My mind sorts out
The truth from all the lies
Confused, embarrassed
But everybody cries

I push you away
I don't want you to see
The negative, the ugly
The very worst of me

I'll admit, I'm afraid
That all I touch will turn to black
My heart is strong
Yet under attack

Please give me a chance
To sort all of this through
To not let my past
Keep me from you

Because I truly feel
That you and I are beautiful
That we could be
Anything but usual


Yours Truly,
Charissa

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