I try to talk but it comes out in mumbles,
Because I get nervous,then I stumble.
Not knowing what to say,
Hoping that my fight is only a faze.
Wondering if it's okay to cry for no reason,
Sometimes I feel like I'm committing a treason.
A battered heart and a battered soul,
For you I'm trying to let my story unfold.
Trying not to wonder what you think of me,
Those thoughts make me want to hide and flee.
Making these changes have to be through and through,
They have been way to far and a few...
