bird's eye view

Some days I let my words cry  Because my eyes have run dry   Some days when I let my words bleed  Let it be known ,thats my blood you read   Some days my words are a clumsy jive   know thats is the only way I survive   Some days I let my words offend  Because I would rather not resent  Days when my words make a lot of sense  Remember that I can be good at pretense   Finally ,if you find me at loss of words to say  I hope you know that , I just want you to stay.

  Stupid girl, wears her heart on her sleeve Neither her words go through a sieve She says whats on her mind Expecting the world to be kind Yet the world is not the nicest place For ones who refuse to wear other face She tried to fit in the mould they made Yet every mould would break When she tried looking for the right mould She realised they could not hold All that she was and all that she could be For she was born to be free...