Self-Expression

Self-expression is the hardest thing
This world expects of me.
I have so much to say,
But it seems it’s never easy.
My ineptitude, it angers me so.
I feel so strongly, but nobody knows.
I can’t stand to have this on show,
But I cannot let it go.
Let me speak the words I think,
As clear as when they’re down in ink;
As bright as the blood dripping down the sink;
As deep as the well in which I sink.

But I’m alone now.

My ineptitude, it’s such a disgrace.
I sit in silence, blank expression on my face.
With all the pain I’m in, it’s such a waste,
But I always know too late.
Let me tell you how I feel,
Under the skin that starts to peel;
Inside the words I had to steal;
Cold as the hatred and the steel.

I’m on my way out.

Self-expression is the hardest thing
This world expects of me.
I have so much to say,
But it seems it’s never easy.