but imagery doesn't fit. You want resizing, but darling dear, get a grip.
I don't know what to write anymore. I never seem to have the words I need to say the things that keep trying to burst out of me. I don't let myself say them. I stifle my voice, as so many before me have. And a lot of me doesn't think that it's a bad thing. Maybe sometimes it is. But always speaking your mind isn't the answer either. Balance is always necessary.
I've been fighting off other people's demons for so long that I've forgotten how to fight my own. I never know how to handle them when we are finally alone. The nightmares have started, though, which is never good.
I've always tried to stay true to myself but I think I'm forgetting who that is.
I'm stealing lines from myself, and what I said was never said. It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mind.
