i want to write my heart out to you. but i'm scared you won't understand. i want to scream at you, but i'm afraid you won't hear me. then let me go away. to that field, where it's quite & simple. where the world stops at sun set & lets me write out all my ambitions and hurts.
today i was told what i have done is trash. & my heart burned at the words, as they etched into my brain in the tiniest of manuscript.
am i just another teenager to you? just another myspace-loving, computer-hogging, lovesick teenager?
i don't want to be. & i don't believe i am. so what about you?