I’m rocking..rocking..
Back and forth...

She's an artist of sorts,
With her brushes and paints...

So Im here again
Sitting here in my room...

Bottled up inside
Are the words I never said...

*I know this poem is long, but please take the...
The doors are closing in on me...

When I look into the mirror, all I see is me, but...
Do you see me as I see me...

If I were to die tommorow I would not know what...
Please vote and comment...It mean's alot to me...

Yall don't see the inside
The inside of my unhappiness...