Taking a short breath
Holding it all within
Keeping it hidden from the world
Trying and lying to myself
But begging for a release
Timing my heart
Racing my pulse
Trying to win the race before it starts
Expecting simplicity within chaos
I'm ready lay it on me
No I'm not ready for this
Delusional paranoia from something that doesn't exist
Speak the answers I so desire
Not so fast, not so slow, I need this just right
Open the skies for me
But not the rain that follows
Are you still here or are you lost in confusion
Or is this just that sick illusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem