True to Myself

It's not about what is said.
It's all about what isn't.

I close my eyes, and hold it in.

Knowing it will only bleed out in the end.

How does one contain such a thing?

Causing misery all around, can't stop it though-
It's what I feel.

Can't fight it, I don't want to.
Take responsibility for my actions and I always will.

I need to express, I need to be-

To be heard, to share what makes me happy.

I can't hide it.
I can't deny it.
Oh, how I've tried, but it never works.

It suffocates, and stops my breathing. I can't think, and I can't keep it in.

This expression within me, this light-filled love I've felt,
I want to share it, I have to share it.

To not do so, stifles me, and thus it.

I know better, it is better to have than not to-
But to hold back...

I cannot do that.
I've done it for so long, it was a face I wore well-

It's not the same.

I'm not the same.

It must be let out,
I cannot hold it in.
I cannot hold it back.

I do not wish to,
Game or no game.

This is my heart's final say,
With holding it no longer-
I'm going to say what I want to say.

And there isn't a thing that can stop it.
Whether I want to or not.
Talk of such a feeling, will not be stopped.

Waves upon the sand

In vast seas of unknown,
Stands a figure- all alone.
Just an echo in the dark,
That is all that has been its mark.

Insanity its only cloak-
Stabs into it with no remorse.
Leaving it choking on all it cannot be
Knows it cannot be

The shore is to the sea, as the sea is to the shore-
But the sea is defined by its waves.
And the waves are unrelenting in their ways.
Reminding the figure of the sea.

She belongs unto thee.