Written: Nov. 11,07
By: Yours truly
I worry alot about you
Because some times I get insecure
Inside I scream for your attention but try not to show you to not seem needy,
If I let loose I will lose my mind and now Im stiff,
I change my hair to attract you but you pay me no mind,
I isolate myself to stay out of trouble but instead miss out on life,
confused, about life, yes only because Im young and learning, I wonder if my superman will ever come, but he is the least of my worries
Wonder what I have to offer when all you see is my figure, but never are curious about my mind,
Im attracted to her but wonder if I would be wasting my time, now her sexuality is in question,
Passionate about this but constantly have to travel over hurdles and put up with that,
Lost the will to be young but focused on her books and not letting her pants zipper come undone,
the madness, the lies, the hate, then she cries, loss with out words, yet
unspoken let the truth be heard, its her gift, her token,
Again negative slander slaps her against her face yet she is not broken,
every day is a struggle so she hides behind her pride, when she snaps at you, you better dive,
reaching out but no one will listen, she hides behind smile,
this world is so artificial is there any one real? Thoughts are deep but
sometimes loses its course, I ponder on if my mind is twisted?
By: Yours truly
I worry alot about you
Because some times I get insecure
Inside I scream for your attention but try not to show you to not seem needy,
If I let loose I will lose my mind and now Im stiff,
I change my hair to attract you but you pay me no mind,
I isolate myself to stay out of trouble but instead miss out on life,
confused, about life, yes only because Im young and learning, I wonder if my superman will ever come, but he is the least of my worries
Wonder what I have to offer when all you see is my figure, but never are curious about my mind,
Im attracted to her but wonder if I would be wasting my time, now her sexuality is in question,
Passionate about this but constantly have to travel over hurdles and put up with that,
Lost the will to be young but focused on her books and not letting her pants zipper come undone,
the madness, the lies, the hate, then she cries, loss with out words, yet
unspoken let the truth be heard, its her gift, her token,
Again negative slander slaps her against her face yet she is not broken,
every day is a struggle so she hides behind her pride, when she snaps at you, you better dive,
reaching out but no one will listen, she hides behind smile,
this world is so artificial is there any one real? Thoughts are deep but
sometimes loses its course, I ponder on if my mind is twisted?