Grandmother told me to write what\'s inside of my heart
My oh my, where do I even start?
Feel as though my hearts an empty stage looking for an audience.
This feeling almost acts as a nauseant.
Heart telling me I\'m going to be great.
Mind telling me to know my place.
Sometimes I wonder: What have I become?
World of evil makes for a difficult time not to succumb.
Moments at a time my heart still hears the roaring crowd and applause.
My 19 years of life have been spent looking for a life of awe.
Fear outweighs motivation.
Wish My heart would send my mind an invitation.