My inners feel crumpled, tangled, & twist,
I could go all day just writing a list.
My brain can't think, too much going through,
And theres too much stuff I still need to do.
Holding on by a single thread,
All I wann do is go to bed.
Everyone around me is laughing & having fun,
But that is one race I haven't yet won.
On the outside all I do is smile,
But on the in I just cry awhile.
How much longer is my body gonna hurt,
When do I get to be happy like Ernie & Bert?
I could go all day just asking all these things,
Or I could wait at home till the phone rings.
I wanna feel good on the inside & out,
But with all this shit, that I surely doubt.
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babyboogt82886posted on 05/27/2008