Why do we always complicate, every single day. <br />Holding back the words we truely want to say. <br /> <br />Why do we always speak our minds, whenever its to late. <br />And in the end we blame the other to be the one to hate. <br /> <br />Why do we always complicate, every easy thing. <br />Embarresed for the songs we really want to sing. <br /> <br />Why is it so hard, to stay and be ourselfs. <br />Instead of joining others, just lying on their shelfs.<br /><br />dedicated mind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-307/
