I know what I know. I try to take in the knowledge of the world but only to relize it is not as great as I thought. I want to know this knowledge but there is a price to pay. A pricethat might change me forever or the way I think about things and everything in it.Sometimes I am scared to let go of the pain my life. That pain made me who I am. If there is no pain will I still be who I am? So I even know how to let this pain go? There is so much left insaid. Being to scared to say what I feel of even feel stupid. I know other people have it worse then me so why should I tell someone how I feel?To tell them is to take away the chances that they could help someone that really needs it. When ever I get pain in my heart I run. I run from it keeping it inside forever more. Keeping it there hopeing I can talk to someonethat really knows what I feel. Never finding never seeking for that one person. Every beat of my heart I feel this pain. It burns with in me. This might be something I have to deal with. To hold on to and to want to get rid of. All I know this is who I am and all I am. Always changeinginto who I will become. Fearing ,Wanting,Hopeing.
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