and she was a little terrorist
I always felt just a little off
not quite at ease
with myself, or anyone else
just a little too aware
of all the manuvering around me
finding more truth
in what was left unsaid
than the words that were spoken to pacify
afterall, it's what we don't say
that telegraphs our fear
in the undercurrent of conversation
neon letters scrawled out
if only we could see
if only we could say
what no one wants to hear
if only we could face
what's hiding under the rug
If only I could feel
like one emotion was real
one sentiment unforced
one gift given that wasn't dripping with reparition
if only, I didn't feel like a threat to your make believe
not quite at ease
with myself, or anyone else
just a little too aware
of all the manuvering around me
finding more truth
in what was left unsaid
than the words that were spoken to pacify
afterall, it's what we don't say
that telegraphs our fear
in the undercurrent of conversation
neon letters scrawled out
if only we could see
if only we could say
what no one wants to hear
if only we could face
what's hiding under the rug
If only I could feel
like one emotion was real
one sentiment unforced
one gift given that wasn't dripping with reparition
if only, I didn't feel like a threat to your make believe
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