Why I be this way,
What holds me back?
Why do I hold back?
I'm a fool, not afraid to wrestle with a
vicious hungry lion or bear.
But terrified to touch the soft
warm petals of a rose.
And why don't I act? I just sit around like
a fool scared to show the way I truly feel. Afraid to be myself.
For my heart is so sensitive and my mind and body are like a rock.
So is my heart a weakness? No it is my greatest strength, but
it hurts all to much.
So much I want to say to her. But
the words just don't come out, and now I toss and turn
for what I haven't done. It itches and festers, for it bothers
me when I be this way. Selfish trying to protect my own feelings
and stupid pride. And Not on what Really Matters.
I can see the tears in her eyes,
yet I do nothing to lighten her heart. I guess am afraid that
all I could ever give her is sadness that I feel..
And Ironically sadness is all I'll feel
if I keep holding back.
By: Brady Smith