As i sit here alone,
the thoughts in my head,
will battle and fight,
till one ends up dead.
Why do i feel,
this way inside??
Why do i feel,
this need to hide??
Why can't i fight my own battles?
stand up strong and tall,
Why am i always paranoid,
and waiting for myself to fall?
I've come to a decision,
i want this confusion to end,
so i'm going to stop this behaviour,
and fight till the end. |