Somebody
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Naked face and naked eyes
I like wearing my own hair
My own face
and my own mind
People call me bold
For stepping out the house plain
Or without a hood
Because they fear the rain
I tried so hard
So hard to just show who I am
But
It scared me
Because I felt like no one would like who I am
I just wanted to be free
So free that I wouldn't care what other people thought
I wasn’t going to be
Like the girls you had confessed to me
Dense with immorality.
I didn’t want our relationship to be
Like a floating bubble
Rocky and unknowing
Because we are the broken and shattered
crooked smiles on crooked streets
treadmill runners yearning for a place to be
Because we desire to be found as "somebody"
In a room full of people,I look around me.These people are silent,& They cannot see.Their mouths are sown shut,to keep them for talking.About the secrets they hear,
I'm drowning in the inability to let go
there is no siding to grab
no raft afloat
just me
alone
in this ocean.
as wilson difts away
I scream in desperation,
"I have lost my self control!"
