Sunday, January 15, 2012

Got To Get Away

I've got to get away.
Get away, get away, get away,
from myself.
Somebody help me please.
Help me escape from myself.

I swallow to hold back the tears.
I laugh to cover up my fears.
I act as if nothing even matters anymore.
And maybe it doesn't.
I don't know.

But I've got to get away.
Get away, get away, get away.
From myself.
I need a vacation from being me.
I need some time alone,
to be at peace,
with my soul.

I've got to get away.
Some day,
everything will be alright.
Some day,
some say...

Sunday, January 8, 2012


What is it that I'm most afraid of?
I fear that I will fail so therefore I don't try.
I fear that I won't say the right thing, do the right thing, or even know what it is sometimes.
So, I say nothing.
Rather than speak up, I remain silent.
Rather than take a risk,
I take a seat.

But these habits have left me feeling incomplete.
I've been trying to let go,
and just be.. me.
The real me.
Because deep down, I know I can do whatever I put my mind to.
But the fear is real.
It will take you, and trick you and trap you.
But only if you let it.
I won't let it get me anymore.

I don't make resolutions but I will say this,
I just want to be better than I was last year...
No. More. Fear.