I want to feel.

I have blood on my tounge
from biting on words I'll never say.
And I have scars on my arms
from the life that's wasting away.
I need to say my feelings,
but I don't want to,
because if I said what I felt,
you'd say, "But, I DON'T love you."
I want to be pretty,
And I want to be real.
I want to be able to speak,
And I want to be able to feel.