Brian

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Poetry: December 2002

"Letter"

(12-3-02)

There's something lurking deep within

Like something's about to begin

Something about this ache in my gut

I think it's about time I tell you what

You cannot feel what I have felt

If you haven't felt the pain I've been dealt

I'm not saying that I'm special

But I've had my taste of hell

Overdoses and suicide

These are things I cannot hide

Stop fucking saying that I'm whining

You just don't understand what I'm in

I'm fucking trying as hard as I can

To keep myself a whole person

Now everybody's got their opinions

Some so stupid I hate listenin'

Maybe to much I analize

But that's much better than fuckin' lies

Many times my heart is burnin'

Let's open it up and let it pour in

Maybe it's bad because you're scared

At least I have come prepared

Stop telling me what to think

Your opinions are starting to stink

I feel like I'm hating myself

Maybe for you it's hard to see

I think we all need to understand

What the problem is at hand

Nobody seems to talk anymore

It's all in their head to store

Maybe I have too many opinions myself

Maybe I even contradict myself

Everything I say is from the heart

Please listen before you rip it apart

I don't know where I belong

I just know that I long

To explore myself and have some fun

How many lives? you only get one

I feel horny I feel stupid

I feel like I'm still a kid

Then I feel more mature

How much further can I venture

What is it that I even want

Is it my care I want to flaunt

What does this letter mean

Maybe somewhere I look to lean.