That feeling
When you don't know with what you're dealing
Happy, good, bad
Mostly sad
Cuz of the past you had
Who is angry, who is mad
Wishing for someone
For a smile and some fun
Should I listen to the voices in my head
When you change it feels like being dead
By her to be contained
Only then I'll feel free
My heart and head to be maintained
You use to say my name, now you say "he"
Why like this it had to be
Now feeling different but still writing as you see
Stood the same so I'm still me
It hurts but not even a tear
...It's tearing me apart, it's my biggest fear
I wrote a dozen poems and still not clear
After everything I still leave the open door
I promised it before
I keep my past it is not a store
You want a soldier
I'm on the edge, there is no border
To cross over
But I would for her
You know this but I'm still telling you Sir
Not asking what You're going to do
Not what am I or who
What have You planned
Can it start? I know... it will end
