If I wrote what\'s on my mind
They may think of me a mess.
Words swirling sending signs.
Got to get this off my chest.
Is it the hurt of my entire life -
Pain, desolation or is it worse?
Words can cut like a knife -
Send you flying or rolling by in a hearse.
Is it my thought process -
How my mind works?
Show them the ins and outs
They keep saying I got this.
But that fear kicks in and I\'m not sure whose judgement I fear the most
My own, public opinion or the holy ghost.
The secrets I\'ve unlocked.
Turning back hands of the clock.
Trampled my fears.
Haste now a firm stop.
Brought me here.
Checking my stock
It\'s more than a lot
To become what I hold dear.
~Ruby L.S.~