I don't mean it when i say the things i do <br />It's in the words of my pen that speak the truth <br />What i feel and what i think stays trapped in my head <br />Only to be released within the pages of ink <br />My tongue sounds sour with the words left stale <br />& in the silence of a room the tears find my cheeks <br />Alone i can be vulnerable, broken, flawed <br />Never did i intend it to be this way <br />I said things of false accuracy that you took in deep <br />I see the world through different eyes <br />The broken hearts bleed all the time <br />But i keep it out, i blind myself <br />Most of the time <br />Though sometimes it shows up anyway <br />And it's all i see <br />With you there too, a new battle lives <br />It's always been alive <br />Just buried deep inside <br />Now with this pen, can you see <br />Exactly who I am explained in writing? <br />I believe in it all, and dream of dreams <br />Of wings to Neverland and all these things <br />Today was just a day where i couldn't block it out <br />All the pain and sadness that people walk about <br />You crossed my path of the broken and flawed <br />Im sorry for this war, but im once again blind <br />You can take my hand and smile <br />and watch the faieries dance away<br /><br />Leah Ayliffe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blocked-out-blind/
