Lion

Asking my heart for it's reason behind it's tug "Why does this magnet seem so strong to this person?" "Can't I find a cure to make this all dissolve?" Heart is on a leash from barking three insane words Three birthdays pass as this Lion develops Every moment, every thought Pressure within; yanking at this leash Watching as the fabric tears apart Fragile threads hold it slightly, Yet the Lion inside still rages Road construction makes the journey tough Illegal mountains set in place, Female names glide right out of your mouth Comparing their qualities to gold and silver Leaving me feeling like a rusty nail Wanting to feel like a picked flower, not squashed grass My facial expressions are cloudy, But my heart is a growling Lion for its prey The teeth are eating me alive inside Claws of insecurity rip my flesh in pieces Regretting this circuit from my heart to my thoughts, Yet, I can't find a plug to make it stop flowing