I have this itch.
I swear I don't try to be a bitch.
It happens, just like we say so does 'shit'.
We walk around with smugs on our faces,
not paying attention to these people or places.
We walk through walls, and neglect to call,
Sayin we care, but not showin it clear,
Then we wonder what happened,
when they don't call us back.
How funny this planet turns,
Circles daily, but heads spinning
Everyone gets hurt.
Timeless forget me nots,
Moments lost in time,
Some Days I'd like to fade away,
Nobodies fault but my own,
I'm an emotional person,
Can you blame me even now?
Writing here I'm not sure where I'm going
Just putting things in front of me,
Sorting through my feelings,
Passing through my thoughts,
Most likely somewhere you've passed through them,
But I have yet to tell you personally.
I'm not afraid of who I am,
I'm afraid of who you will see me as.
Today I'm better, then yesterday
But something will break me,
and turn it all around,
Such is life,
Such are emotions,
So goes the way I feel,
So goes the moodswings that keep me standing still.
God I hate being a woman....
but only on days like today.
ACK!!
9-20-07 L.R.S.
