Sometimes... I'm quiet...
Sometimes... I'm loud...
Most times... I'm lost...
Lost in my mind... Consumed by thoughts... Trying to run from them, only to discover they are faster than me.
They control how my friendships work... How I feel... How I act...
I try... I really do.
I get angry at the smallest things... I'm too much of a coward to admit I've done wrong... Then again, aren't we all?
The human race neglects to correct their behavior... We are all guilty of it... Some more so than others...
Everyone does something wrong... Everyone messes up...
So, why do others care when you mess up? If they've messed up before and they too are guilty of their actions, why do they hate so easily?
Why do I hate so easily?
Why do we just accept this?
Why do people die?
Why haven't we asked these questions before?
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What's Holding Me Back.
No FicciónI've never been honest with myself or anyone else when it came to the way I felt. My emotions have always kept me back and away from people. And now they are dragging me away from the ones I love. I need a way to vent. This is my story. This is my v...
