Listen...

Deleting a chronic thought.

Listen...


They think I have nothing to say,
no thoughts to give away.
If only they could hear my mind
they would know and they will find
my insecurities , fears , my doubts
and my voice that always shouts.

Sometimes I want to tell,
show you my personal hell,
to shake off this disguise
and share with you my paradise.
But then I have second thoughts
and that's it ! In them I'm caught.

I would like to take a walk
and about me we will talk.
But these second thoughts is my fear
that in them, what you will hear?
What will you say?
Maybe just walk away.
Will the search in your eye
forever break from its tie?
Is it safe to push my trust?
Or will I see the eyes of disgust?

Please, judge me not,
with judgements I've always fought.
Don't accuse me of things,
lets leave it to the fate , whatever it brings.
Problems I do have few,
not that I want you to sew.
Because I know how to solve,
I just wanted you to involve.

Please , don't change the person in your mind,
I beg you , please , be kind.
So all these thoughts that I'm going to christen,
all I want you is to listen...