I Get irritated way to easily,
That’s just how I see things, that’s just Me.
I Look back at the past,
thinking, why didn’t some things last
and why it still bothers me.
I look in the mirror, touched my face
touched my heart and felt the race
From then I knew, the story behind,
there’s still some feeling, left inside
I hate this feeling , I can’t decide.
What is this feeling, I’m trying to hide?
I think I now know what’s going on
what went on and what went wrong.
What is this feeling I’m trying to vent,
someone knew me, and somehow went.
Ever felt the feeling of being scared?
left alone , no one was there.
doubtful thoughts, roaming everywhere.
if you look at my eyes and just stare,
The feeling of getting hurt… Is still There.