I Hope You Don'T Mind Me Writing
This is the only way I know how to express myself
I can't speak in person, but rhyming words helps
You can see the blood on the page and hear my words crying
I hope you don't mind me writing
Do I share too much? Am I wrong for putting it all on display?
Do I paint a beautiful picture, or is it a wall of disarray?
Do I express myself well or do I need help?
Sometimes I share so much I don't know where that leaves myself
Nothing came easy i had to learn the hard way
When the smoke clears would you burn my art away?
Do you care about my rhymes or anything I even say?
Am i weak because i have old wounds that are still Bleeding today?
My female best friend called me a male whore and said i have a new girl every time i See her
Then said, you're a great guy, but i wouldn't want to Be her
You'll give her a Month of great sex, But you'll leave as soon as things might get serious
But the sad thing is, you're losing out yourself over something that could be a great experience
She doesn't know that's something that keeps me up at night
I cry into my pillow wishing i had the ability to show everything I have inside
My parents choosing alcohol over me, and putting me in foster care means I keep my heart to myself
Because you all want the finished product and don't know how my scars felt
I feel everyone is attacking me so of course I get defensive
I keep all these thoughts inside until I pen it
When I put it in poetry people think I do it with ease
But don't realise I beat the pen against my heart until it bleeds
I've built a shield around my heart that no longer lets pain in
Which means everyone is locked out, but one or 2 are chained in
Because I hadn't moved on from them before I built it
Maybe there was life in those relationships yet, but I killed it
This is the only way I know how to express myself
I can't speak in person, but rhyming words helps
You can see the blood on the page and hear my words crying
I hope you don't mind me writing
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