March 15, 2012

Composure

I'm wringing my hands so tightly, I'm close to breaking my fingers
So I'm clenching and digging into my thighs, in hopes of holding it all in
I'm trying to suppress my tears, but they erupt like strangled gasps
And I'm shaking with the emotions I refuse to let escape
Was it wrong for me to let myself become this way?
My heart hurts, but I don't know what it means anymore
How can I say anything more when I've already said all that I can
How can we solve the problem, when we only gleam its surface
Every time I'm happy, I'm reminded that I don't deserve to be
Because I'm the criminal in your mind and not an innocent child
Because all I wanted was to be something you cherish,
And my fatal mistake was not letting you know that.