HERE WE GO AGAIN, ONE MORE TIME.

ANOTHER NIGHT ALONE, TRYING TO MAKE THIS POEM RHYME.

WHY I CHOOSE THIS WAY, I REALLY DON'T HAVE A CLUE.

BUT EXPRESSING MY FEELINGS ON PAPER,

IS WHAT I ALWAYS SEEM TO DO.

SO I SIT HERE TONIGHT, AND LET MY PEN TELL WHAT'S INSIDE.

IF I COULD, I WOULD TALK TO YOU OPENLY,

BUT WHEN I SPEAK MY TONGUE IS TIED.

PERHAPS I LACK SELF-CONFIDENCE,

OR HAVE A LOW SELF ESTEEM.

BUT EITHER WAY I REALISE,

I TEND TO TAKE THINGS TO THE EXTREEM.

I GET MY FEELINGS HURT OFTEN,

MY HEART MAY NEVER FULLY MEND.

I TRY TO SHELTER MYSELF FROM HEARTACHE AND DISAPPOINTMENT,

WHEN RELATIONSHIPS REACH THEIR END.

SO WHEN IT'S UNAVOIDABLE,

AND THERE'S NOTHING MORE I CAN DO...

I HOLD MY HEAD UP PROUDLY,

AND PRETEND THAT NOTHING CAN BREAK THROUGH.