This is why I lock things inside,
because everytime I feel
I am ready to spread my wings,
I fall hard on my back instead,
and when I look around,
I am left with nothing,
but only my broken wings.
I blame no one,
for believing that someone,
wouldn't let me touch the ground.
But that's the truth, I suppose,
but are my emotions that heavy to catch?
are my words too loud for your ears?
am I always suppose to hide behind my silence?