Tonight I heard that actions speak louder
Flying fast down the road
wondering how I can possibly get myself to run in a wall that could eventually put a halt to all of this
but instead I keep going
letting everything build on top of each other.
Questioning why me?
why do I constantly feel that I’m never good enough
that I have to strive to be perfect in everything
Because I was chosen and not born
Constantly trying to convince the world that I am the way I am because that’s who I’m supposed to be and i’m not hiding under a painted face and perfectly set curls.
Trying to show the real me ends up being harder than fooling the world
And here I sit hoping to find my peace where the lost things go.
Remembering it’s useless to hope because hoping doesn’t get you anywhere unless you do something about itBut I can’t move. I’m stuck going a million miles a minute with no wall to break my speed
thinking I have to hide the invisible tears