i’ll tell you something i don’t want to say
something you don’t want to hear really
something you don’t need to know ever
i’ll tell you my reasons for being angry
the eleven-year history of sordid dreams
or perhaps not sordid but confusing
all the lies i’ve made myself believe
that keep me irate, hackles raised
although few people would know it
or really none at all
i’d like to keep it that way
not let anyone see what’s not right
it hurts if i think about it
so i try not to
try not to perpetuate falsehoods
ingrain further what i know is false
but if you’re certain you’re sure you want to know …
i might always keep my mouth closed
kt’s like in the Neil Young song “it’s only castles burning”
the pain seems to be inherant, beneath the surface a long time
till it’s finally allowed to surface. I really appreciate this depth in something I can identify with.
emotions translate to chemical precesses in the brain
to which the brain, regardless of the chemical, becomes addicted.
reason enough