Not the smell, nor the taste.
Feel that silent rage that doesn't boil?
Frustration on a backburner with no place to go.
Biting back tears, fearing you're own anger -
Circling a fanciful dream with no hope.
Feeling a hole in your chest that tightens for nothing
Judged against standards I'll never want
Feeling the pressure for things I don't need
Wanting the things I cannot ask for.
The only way out is my own mind -
the same trap that keeps me here.
Watch out for that ScareBear!
...people get these things when they are babies and think they are cute, but they grow up and get mean ...
This won't help you know me.
- WenD
- Tempt me with your intellect, but keep your stupidity to yourself. I'm a grumpus, a glamazon, an introvert, an extrovert and like no other. If you don't know me, you may not need to know me. If you do, you're in my lucky few. Feel free to comment. If I were to avoid criticism, I would do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.
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