Thousands of words in my mind
Racing each other to get my attention
Pushing and scratching and jumping and tugging
Hoping to be freed
Hoping to be heard
Should I succumb to this madness
And let the tears wash it away
Or should I pretend like nothing has happened
And just put on a thick mask
Would I be seen as weak if I cry
Or would I be seen as tough if I smile
Oh dear heart...
Will I ever get the answers?
TSTA
02/03/11
1.38 p.m.
