The hurtful words of the past dig deep
But so do the healing words of the present
The famous words of those before
Or even the ones that have yet to be
Chomping at the bit
Just wanting to make things happen
Most of my words are strung together
Not making really any sense whatsoever
Not knowing what is right and what is wrong
So much history of love and even hate
I'm hiding inside of my own mind
Just ready to run away from my own mind
My own worst nemesis is my mind
I feel like my own frenemy
Like one minute I'm happy with who I am
The next, I hate every little bit of myself
Crying doesn't come easily
But I feel like it's all for not
I don't deserve to cry as much...