Sep 14, 2006 21:23
"Honey, let's talk, i'm here for you.
What's going through your head?
I'm your mother, and I love you.
Talk to me," she said.
I held it in, I just couldn't speak,
The truth I cannot let out.
She just can't know what's going on,
Because then in me she'll doubt.
She'll doubt the purity I seem to have,
That's all she knows of me.
She'll doubt the strength I seem to hold,
No longer her angel I'd be.
The pit of my stomach tightens up,
As my heart finds it's key.
My door opens and there she is,
My heart locks itself up quickly.
Once again, she asks how I'm doing,
I coldly say I'm fine.
She waits for me to open my mouth,
But she doesn't get a line.
I can't let her know about my heart,
and how it's broken in pieces.
No matter how hard she tries to unfold,
She will forever see the creases.
I've put borders over my misleading mouth,
and her portion of my heart in a safe.
I quickly lost that combination,
Maybe someday I'll find it's place.
But for now I'll linger in silence,
and let her faith in me remain.
I'm just not ready to let it all out,
I know I'm the one to blame.