Better Left Unsaid
Look at me Mother
Tell me what you see
Am I just another
Of denial's casualties
This pain I feel
Comes from somewhere deep
It's source is still concealed
A secret that I keep
Though I ache to let it out
Let the bitter tasting words spill from my mouth
I always succumb to my self-doubt
And manage to choke the words back down
I guess I'm just not ready yet
So you can go on assuming
That my state of emotional unrest
Is what I most enjoy pursuing
And for the time being
That really is all that I am doing
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