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| 226 11/03/03 Talking To Myself There is a person in this world that seems to have been always there, To talk to and lean on whenever I needed someone to care, There is a person that I know who brings smiles as she goes, For there is this one special person out there and she knows, Exactly who she is and what she does to me, Even though she doesn�t have to do much of anything but just be, Herself when she can be and not hide behind the view she has made, Out to the world that just cannot even beginning to see, The real person locked away only seen by the close and the few, Though even they aren�t great people because if only they knew, The torment and the suffering that they put her through, Maybe just maybe then they would change their ways, But realistically if anything they already know anyways, Because how can anyone be so blind about there actions, And still not show a response to the obvious and out there reactions, Cause see it�s not wrong to just want to fit in, But there is a point where there is such a thing, That these are bad people and there�s no harm in missing, Them and leaving the whole in the dust, For change is what makes this life, Though I�m scared now for what is seemingly starting to happen, Because there�s no turning back or away from feelings like this, And to think this all escalated not to long ago over a kiss, So is it wrong of me to simply come out and say, That I think about this someone throughout the night and day, Missing her touch and her voice while we are away, From each-other at those moments in the day, For I fear what could happen and it just maybe, That I�d hurt her in some kind of way, And at the end she�ll go away, But I can�t let the what ifs and other maybe causes blur my goal, I�m a good person and none of any of that should matter at all, Because I�ve fallen and don�t plan anytime soon to get back up, For where I am now doesn�t have a thing to do with luck, With this person that I know and love, Time is the deciding factor, So, Am I really in control of anything that will happen? |