If I really wanted to let you know all my flaws I would
but that would let the silence left me misunderstood
If there were no time for quiet how would you judge me
but then again your judging me is no guarantee
...
I fear what I will become
I can feel it deep inside
I’m losing me to myself
I can no longer hide
...
I was looking back at things I wrote
and how pointless they really are
no matter what you read
It is all the same
...
Im a student in highschool, I just write poems in my spare time about life...or atleast the little bit i know about it. I hope to not suck so much when im older.)
Maybe Its My Conscience That Is Flawed
If I really wanted to let you know all my flaws I would
but that would let the silence left me misunderstood
If there were no time for quiet how would you judge me
but then again your judging me is no guarantee
you could simply accept the person you have received
but the silence does it best, and I am deceived
so as we walk alone and that moment comes at long last
I fill the silence with that of nonsense of present, future, and past
it has won again my devious conscience has won
and yet, for now, the silence is done