Stress is like a well of silence
Deep in thoughts of selfcritisism
wondering what is the essence
Nothing but the opression of manerism.
You are told to speak up
though never taught to have Fun
How can I know its bad if I never knew what is Good
Look My Journey suits You
it doesnt make me Mute

I Don't know how to start
but I will speeak up
The tension In my veins as it hurts
will be the...