Dichotomy

Thinking out loud

Suffocating.

Beauty.

Tragedy, selfishness and greed.

Let a heart open and breathe.

It seems as if I'm wound up in myself, and I admit I revel in the constant flurry of emotions.

I, I, I, it's not me, or so it's claimed,

Breaking walls and barriers, holding to those painful carriers.

Do I regret? These walls are getting smaller and my mind constantly seems at war.

Warriors seem to know what it is they're fighting for.

I stand when I'm needed, I stand in faith, I stand in love and hope.

But can I stand for myself?

There's something under my skin that's crawling into my mind begging to be let free.

I don't know, is this light, love, freedom? Or the sin of me?

Scream, cry, shout.

Ask me why? I don't know what it's about.

I want to be held while I'm crying, but i don't want anyone to see

I guess everything I've been hiding is catching up to me.