i am writing in my bedroom,
all my thoughts start to bloom.
some thoughts are scary,
some as sweet as a cherry.
as my fingers slide across the keyboard,
all my thoughts go into overboard.
Im trying to think but its to quiet in here
i try to think but all my thoughts dissapear.
its so silent that i can hear every noise and every sound,
then i get up and my bare feet hit the cold ground.
i begin to look around me,
only to realize im faking who im supposed to be.
im not happy, thats not who i am,
like ive cheated myself out, i live in a scam.
as the silence becomes to loud for me to handle,
its like my brain has its own vandal.
everything falls apart,
i reach to feel my beating heart.
as i am swallowed by the loudness of the silence in my room,
then all my thoughts resume.
i have to say its to quiet for me here,
now i feel the coldness of a tear.
as it rolls down my cheek,
i found the answer to what i seek.
that i am not who im supposed to be,
this is not me.
