I lay my head down gentley,
letting my body slowly sink into bed.
A small voice says 'vent to me'.
I clutch my pillow, tired of feeling dead.
letting the streams fall from my eyes,
they flow out silently, drenching the cloth.
I want to come out on top for once but i fail to see a prize.
trapped enclosed locked inside a loft,
its how I felt, its how I feel as I lay here.
I let the emotions run for a while,
before i close them back up and look in the mirror.
splash water to cover the tears, looking up what i see is vile
the girl looking back straightens up
she hides all emotions, acts tough
I sneer at her for being weak
I yell at thats enough
Stop being so meek!
I look at her in disgust she whimpers back not understanding
why my hatred is a must.
my gaze softens, maybe i shouldn't be so demanding.
walking back to bed my emotions once again leave,
and I feel numb all over.
