"Life" [11-13-07]

Sometimes it's like i'm walking on thin ice, Affraid of hurting peoples feelings, scared of letting then down.Careing more for others than myself. Sometimes it's like being a radio. Changing to please them. Easily being turned off. Everything hear unclear. Sometimes it's like a nightmare. Falling off cliffs, running from something horrible, having no clue what it is or why you're running. Not knowing if you'll ever wake up. Sometimes it's like being phobic. People everywhere! Their words crushing you; no space, no air, no escape. Sometimes it's like like life has a mind of its own. It lives itself. Goes by so quicklyyou can't remember a thing. Sometimes it's like people screaming inside your head. " You're not good enough!" "You won't get anywhere!" "You'll end up being exactly like her!" Sometimes it's like love isn't even half of it. Like it's just a word; just a feeling. And feelings change, and people change, but that word stays the same. And the fact that people use it like that's all it will ever be, just a word. Sometimes it's like a poem can solve everything. Spilling words out on simple paper. All confused in your head, running down your arm to your hand. A weight lifted off your shoulders. Then, all done..fin. And you realize; it doesn't matter how many times you vent through a pen. There will always be sometimes, and a lot of sometimes only adds up to one all-the-time.