Truth.

I want to close up and never tell anyone anything ever again.

All it leads to feeling left behind and confusion, it seems.

But doing that would mean giving up, admitting defeat, and that doesn't exactly seem right.

I would rather people not try to spare my feelings.

I would rather know what is going on.

I want to be one hundred percent happy.

For a long while.

No, not even a long while. Even just a day or two.

And sometimes, when Im with the right people,

And Im hearing what seems like the right words,

It all seems perfect.

But then I remember that nothing is perfect.

And those words were twisted maybe just a little too much in my mind.

And I'm just imagining things to be happy.

But maybe that's the part that isn't true?

How would I know.

I suppose I wouldn't.

"And I find that Im never alone, and I find that my heart is my home. And the music within makes me whole, a world that I built on my own. And the missing piece of me, I can find in the melody."