Feelings consumed me
All the way down to the pit of my stomach.
So many feelings rushing through my body,
Intertwining me within them,
Controlling everything about me and who I am.
Feelings of stress, feelings of joy, feelings on me, feelings on a boy.
Standing here reading this is a tribulation,
But I’ll try to do it without any hesitation.
The feeling of being judged has become my biggest fear,
I care so much on how people think I appear.
Looks are what people care about today,
They’re something you can’t convey.
I wish people would see me for me,
But this is just a simple plea.
People will call each other sexy and hot,
But I think they have forgot,
What the true meaning of love is,
But this is just the after effects of show biz.
What ever happened to inner beauty?
Do people just think that it’s off duty.
What about respect for yourself?
Why have people lost pride in oneself?
I have become a victim of this awful game,
Thinking about myself makes me hang my head in shame.
That atrocious feeling you get when you feel like you’re not good enough
And then the people that walk around thinking they’re just hot stuff.
The people that tell you you’re not pretty enough for their likes
Well you know what? Those people can go take a hike.
And just when you feel like you have no hope;
And you’re spiraling down that steep slope,
You meet that person who has the ability make you feel things you’ve never felt before
And you start to fall for them hardcore.
They become all you can think about,
It makes you want to scream and shout out.
You both become closer and share thoughts,
Even if the two of you have fought,
Both seem to pull through,
It would be impossible to stay mad at someone like you.
And while resting your head on their chest
You feel completely possessed,
Not in that bad way;
But more a way that makes you want to stay.
Best friend will be their name
And they will become that burning flame.
You might fall in love with them, which you didn’t intend,
But no worries, true friendship never ends.
Feelings consumed me
All the way down to the pit of my stomach.
So many feelings rushing through my body,
Intertwining me within them,
Controlling everything about me and who I am.
Feelings of stress, feelings of joy, feelings on me, feelings on a boy.
And these feelings are what make me me
Without them, I wouldn’t be free.