I'll paint you a picture with my words
I'll tell you all about life's twists and turns
I'll give you a visual, of how I tend to feel
And hopefully you'll understand that all of this is real
Don't ignore me
I just want you to see
That almost everything
Is never what it seems to be
I look happy and small
But my heart aches and swells
It's going to burst through my chest
But I can't ever tell
When I'm going to break
Or when I start to heal
They can't force me to love myself
They can't force me to feel
Sometimes all you can do is give it time
And hope when you wake up, the sun will rise
But sometimes the night stays for a couple more weeks
The rain on the ground is like the tears on your cheeks
I feel so wrong
Just a kid singing a song
Hoping you'll listen
Hoping I become strong
I need to be better
But the night keeps on dragging me down
I'm used to all this weather
But now sprouts shoot out of the ground
Will I be a beautiful flower
Or just a pretty weed
Will this be the year that I grow
The year that I'm finally freed
That would be nice
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derek's poems
Poetrybasically all of my songs and random stuff that I've written angst alert cringe warning