At night,
sometimes,
I just stare out my window,
doing nothing,
nothing but thinking,
about everything I�ve done or said.
Some was nice,
and some rude.
I�m a human being, just like you.
I can�t help what I feel,
but I can help what I say and do.
Now, I try and express myself differently,
writing it all down.
Expressing myself like this,
putting the words down gently,
while tears roll down my cheek.
Or pushing so hard my pencil breaks,
while I fight back anger and fear.
Trying not to curse at someone,
while I cry my eyes out,
out pours all the pain,
I�ve held in for long enough.
It�s time for me to grow up,
instead of stuffing it all inside to burst again.
This is how I express my feelings,
without hurting someone,
�cause what I used to do may have harmed one or two.
At times I feel unwanted and unloved,
like nobody cared for me,
not even the plaster on the ceiling.
Sometimes I feel all alone,
like I'm the only one with this to say.
Will there be another day like this one?
That�s why I'm afraid,
I feel way too alone in this world,
to think that it could ever change.
But hoping it would,
and finally it did one day.
I don�t feel as alone,
still, I feel the anger and sadness
building up inside of me,
how could anyone treat me like this,
is something I had to ask,
but I�m not alone,
I know this now,
I�ve got a family
who cares for me.