Here are my feelings, for those of you who care-Silence, I give, until it's hard to bare-You just don't understand, I speak to no one the real truth, You are no different, naive...you are of youth.



Silence, Silence, that is my goal-I live it everyday. I almost don't have the courage to spill, my feelings to even me.

You know who I am, at least of what I look like-I see that you are interested in seeing who I really am... Or are you? Are you here because I let you here or because I want you here? Are you here because you want to be here or because you are forced here by some sorrowful, guilty thought inside your head? I want no pity, I want no anger. I want no sorrow, I don't want you to apologize. Actions speak louder than words, those I cannot do alone.



I lie to your face, too bad you don't know it. No one does-I can assure you. NONE of you know who I really am-My parents are the only ones. I promise you, my parents are the only ones who know the real me-or the most of the real me that others are allowed to see...