I'm great at keeping secrets
As long as they aren't mine
They can be about anything
I'll seal my lips just fine
My own tales on the other hand...
Well I'm a chatterbox
Give people every single key
To all my faulty locks
Words spill out and do not stop
And I can't take them back
And I try to filter all my thoughts
But censorship I lack
So I'm sorry if I strain your ears
With my nauseating voice
I really can not help myself
I swear it's not my choice
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Petty word vomit and unraveled secrets
I have nothing to write about, is my life empty. Who am I. This isn't a poem. Why do I think I'm writing. They say don't doubt yourself and your abilites Maybe it's time to doubt.
I say what's on my mind. Which is not always very kind. I try to pause and think for long. But it shows and then I am asked what's wrong. I never mean to hurt anyone.
Anxiety gives me no mercy. I'm hoping for you to understand. I'm not sure where your at, or how you should react. My brains been spinning all night.
I'll do it soon Really I will In an hour Or two Or six more from now I'll finish that project That's due in two days I'll put it off 'til the night before I won't finish.
#nightdwellers. I am hopeless,. I am the underground gentleman,. I am the person who holds the door open whom you ignore,. I am the one who smiles when there is nothing to smile about,.
When you ask me to explain it All I can say is Its an overwhelming sad When I know I should pray for it Like what the hell is heaven, am I really too gay for it.
Life isn't so bad. Yet you look terribly sad. You have no one else to blame. You tend to bring yourself shame. Like someone has placed a hex. All you can think of is sex.
Where is that cheerful guy I used to know. I look in the mirror and it's like I don't even recognize myself. I look so down and tired, I don't see that guy that was so happy so long ago.
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