Stopping

Most times we're overwhelmed by the heaviness of life that we forget the things to be grateful for, in all honesty, I'm not always happy that's why I smile more. I won't say I've been depressed but I know what it feels like to be lonely.

My thought, opinions, words are imprisoned in my head

I can't speak too much, what if I make a mistake

I can't laugh too hard, what if I look ugly doing that.

Everyone wants you to speak up, but do they really care about what you have to say.

They open up the sad part but do nothing to mend it, I can't mend your sad part so I won't open it up.

Life is a journey

Yes I'm still indecisive, even more than ever

I still cry, I believe I have the right to hurt

I still get angry, nobody owns my emotions

I'll still love because it's who I am.

I've cared a lot about peoples opinions and in the process I've disregarded mine.

But that will stop, I don't know when but I know I'm trying.