underlying concsience, by Chelsey
My underlying concsience is killing me inside.
Everywhere I look it seems another dream starts to hide.
I can't stay on track, and nothing's coming my way,
I'm throwing down my guards if you'll give me a chance to
have my say.
My underlying concsience is keeping me behind.
It's making me look for the truth, when that's not what I
want to find.
My underlying concsience is breaking out of it's shell.
If I tell you the truth and you still hate me, at least
that's one less thing I didn't fail.
I'm trying to keep a straight face,
I'm not trying to cry and make you laugh in my face.
My underlying concsience knows what you'll do.
There's nothing I don't know about you, old or new.
My underlying concsience is starting to show itself,
Making me wish i could hide things deeper instead of
perching them on the shelf
My underlying concsience is slowly killing me,
I'm dying in front of your eyes, but you refuse to see.
|Posted: 2006-06-13 18:46:40 UTC|
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|Hi Chelsey, I'm Chelsea! I love this poem!! It's amazing! I love the way it just screams "desperate to be hear!" Good joba and lots of emotion!