Words Slip Away
Sometimes the walls around my heart
have a little crack
Out the gray bricks
flow colors and feelings;
they attempt to explain the world around us
to make sense of the hearts
to make sense of my own heart.
They paint a picture, black and white,
trying to tell you
what I cannot;
That sometimes I need arms to hold me tight
a voice to tell me to let it go
That sometimes I don't want to hurt you
but that I lose control
That sometimes I do want to hurt you
even if I lock the monster in
That sometimes my feelings do matter
in a world that shuts me in.
They try to take a photo
of the world
as it is; giving a scene
That shows you that we are flawed
but thats ok
That points out the changes that we must make
which we try to
That hasn't been cropped to show perfection
rather the imperfections.
They hide, sometimes
in a notebook locked away
in a file buried in other files
But sometimes they slip out,
So my heart needn't be shut inside
So my feelings needn't be hidden away
So I can try
and venture out
and say hi, to say no,
to make a difference in this world.