A blank piece of paper is right in front of me, trying to
bring the emotions I always seem to hide. I just
can't believe this is what I have to do, so I
dare myself to be able to show
everything I don't want people to know.
Frightened by this idea, I need a place to
go, where no one will find me, where my
heart will not lie, and tell about its inside.
I try harder every time, but this
jail I am in doesn't seem to work; I need to open up, find the
key that will set my words free.
Locked up inside of myself, many
memories I see all the time, but
no one knows them... only me.
One small step toward the door is made, but the
piece of paper is still blank, and I think about
quitting... Should I? Could I? It would be
really easy to simply quit, but my
silence would not change, my fear would still be the same. So I
try even harder to meet my goal and let the
universe know what I write. Too shy to show who I am, in
vain I will try again, and
who knows, someday I will be able to show
exactly the one people always try to see. And
you will finally find me here to tell you with
zeal the girl I will always be.
