Inside I am crying and the tears are droping like rain,
but outside I hold them back because of the pain.
I portray myself to be the tuff person on the outside,
but on the inside I am a insecure child trying to get out.
My life is like a runaway train, one that can not be stoped,
It's on a one way track of destruction with everything
in it's path.
Copyright © candice huff | Year Posted 2013