Spoken.
Broken, but no one knows.
Something in me, this emotion,
It just comes and goes.
In my heart it releases.
But on the outside of me,
It doesn't show, it ceases.
Broken.
Spoken, but no one hears me,
Because they don't understand
Everything that I see.
They don't understand
Everything I can be.
Scared.
Unprepared, but no one will ever know.
I just tend to put a smile on my face,
And let the responsibilities grow.
This is me, spoken, broken.
Here I am scared and unprepared.
I am rewritten.
May 26, 2010
