Don't like to conform
You can't bottle me up
I'll only break loose
Bubbling over
No leash can hold me
Not even one of my own crafting
So many things I want to change
People too
Just have to be content with my pen
To deal out my thoughts
I feel something is waiting for me
Though I don't know what
Somewhere I need to go
Often I crumble
But I rebuild
Only to make the same mistake
My scars and wounds are of my own making
But I cannot forgive
So I carry the weight
Even though it is in the past