I Will
1-27-98
The road of hurt is long and hard
I've been down that road quite a bit
Year after year my soul is slowly charred
My emotions become less to hit.
I don't want to have to build this wall
But everyday things force me to do so
I just want to be able to tell it all
The lies and hurt build slowly, but NO!
I just can't do this anymore
People's difference in morals is why I lie
I don't like to have to close my door
But there's nothing else to do
Except hold my lies inside 'till I die.
© by Nicole Piazza
