claustrophobia in the box. Push a little harder, maybe I'll fit.
I'm so in love with you,and it may not be that helathy.
I wan't you to know the truth,
to know it all, but I don't wanna tell you.
I want you to see me for me,
and who I am, and love it.
But I'm afraid.
I'm trying to protect you,
and myself, I don't mean to push you away.
I don't want you to se the side of me,
the reason I suddenly dissapear for an hour.
I don't want you to see me like that,
there's a reason I hide.
From the feelings too.
I actually had a hope this time would be better,
but I don't see how.
If we talked I would scare you,
and myself.
If you don't run out the first door you reach.
I guess I can keep on not telling,
but it only turns to faking.
I don't wanna be a fake like them. Not to you.
I don't want you to find out whats wrong youself.
What if you find out wrong?
If I'm not there to explain, correct?
If I can't kiss the questions away?
If I try to laugh it away. Again.
Like I allways do.
What if you don't like the way I am?
it changes how you see me, feel for me.
What if you get mad at me laughing,
and expect me to me honest and open?
I can't fit the box they try to put me in.
Poetry by Polly
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Written on 2007-12-15 at 10:41
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