Listen to my music
I'll make you a playlist if you'll only listen
My lips can't form the jumbled mess in my brain
But lyrics I hear explain so much more
I'll smile and laugh but deep in my head
The lyrics are screaming
The symphony is dead
You call is creepy
Satanic
And loud noise
I call is beauty
Understanding
And the feeling that someone is there
Don't ask me how I feel, you'll only get lies
Ask what I'm listening to instead and you'll find bits and pieces of the truth
I can see that you are confused
So let me try and clear it up
I'm not good at speaking
So I'll let someone else
Someone who has their emotions together
Can write them down without getting confused
Let me show you my playlist but be prepared for the parts of me that they hide
This is the part of me no bothers to see
So listen closely and you'll soon understand
YOU ARE READING
The Truth
PoetryThese aren't for pity or attention so don't give it to me. I write these because they are how I feel, no matter how bad they are. If you don't like it then don't read. ~Warning~ If you do not feel comfortable reading things that have to do with depr...
