© 2007 Roland S. Labana
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fiogf49gjkf0d Everytime I open my mouth,
I feel like I’m being judged.
Every word I say,
even if I’m praying,
makes me feel not good enough.
Every time I open my eyes
I see disappointment coming.
From the look on your face
to the hands on your waist,
makes me feel so much like crying.
But I know, yes I know.
It’s my life; it’s not for show.
It’s my life and I know it’s just my own.
Sometimes I do;
Sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes I wonder if I won’t.
Every thought that’s in my head
must stay right under my hat.
If I speak my mind and
give you some time,
you’ll just laugh and throw it back.
Every idea I may dream,
never sees the light of day.
I’m so afraid of what you might say,
I just keep them locked away.
Everybody else just seems to know.
I often wonder what’s to show.
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