Feeling
SOMETIMES I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL. I SEE MYSELF LOOKING FROM THE
OUTSIDE FROM THE INSIDE LOCK IN A DARK ROOM ALL ALONE AND
CONFUSED.
I TRY GOING OUTSIDE, BUT AFRAID WHAT PEOPLE WOULD SAY. THEN I
DON'T KNOW MY FEELING WILL REACT. I CRAWLED BACK INTO THAT DARK
ROOM LIKE A SNAIL AND FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF.
I FEEL LIKE A HIDDEN AWAY CHILD NOBODY WANTS OR LOVE. MY FEELS
LIKE A BROKEN WINE GLASS THAT BEEN THROWN AWAY AFTER THE FRIST
DRINK.
I WHETHER SIT IN THE DARK AND HIDE MY LIFE AWAY. I WANT MY FEELING
TO STAY LOCKED IN A GLASS BOTTLE THAT BEEN THROWN INTO THE SEA,
WHETHER THAN GOING OUTSIDE TO HAVE MY FEELING HURT.
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2007
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