Why do they do it?

Wednesday, November 17, 2004


There are to many words,
To tell you how I feel.
I don’t know what to say,
To show you that I am real.

There are to many emotions,
Running through my head.
I must say what I feel,
Everything must be said.

There are to many heartaches,
From my scattered past.
I can’t possibly tell you,
That I feel this won’t last.

There are to many shadows,
Reaching from behind.
It’s hard for me to believe,
That anyone can be kind.

There are to many disasters,
Just waiting down the way.
I wish I could just turn around,
And make them turn away.

There are to many feelings,
For one young girl to know.
And to many ways to get hurt,
If any feelings show.


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