Sun Giant

It's out in the open,

The little thoughts, some of them.

It's refreshing.

A little less pressure that swallows me up

Somedays.

Somebody else knows,

Can try to fathom how this feels.

Can know what it means, perhaps.

Ranting.

Driving in the dark,

In circles and circles

Monologuing.

Saying words I usually hide.

Things I don't like admitting.

Getting that sickened feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Feeling like I'm going to just let loose and cry

For all the wrong reasons.

And I know, yes, of course,

This is what it is to be a teenager

(yippee...)

This is what it is.

I'd like to think it's beyond that.

That stupid, silly teenage-type feeling.

I'd like to think that perhaps,

In some corner of your heart,

You like me as well.

Can imagine if you did?

What would it mean?

I'd like to know who invented waiting

Who invented this nagging feeling

This sickening weight,

And why.

Because I'm sick of waiting.

Sick of feeling so horrid.

And waiting never pays off.

Does it?

There are no guarantees, either.

I'd like it a lot

If there wasn't involved.

I'd like it even more

If you liked me as well.