Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.