Dit is een zelfgemaakt gedichtje over mij.
Hoe ik me voelde in een periode.
Hij heeft lang op me computer gestaan, maar nu wil ik hem graag aan iedereen laten zien.
My Room.
I think, think about life, truth and lies.
I think about all the things that make me feel good.
I think about all the things that make me feel miserable.
Can't stand certain feelings deep inside my heart, about love and hate.
Nobody understands how I feel, not even my dearest friends.
Alone in my room, is the place where I can think about it all.
How can you tell someone you have feelings for that human being?
Will it affect your friendship in a good or bad way.
No one knows for sure, some take the risk, some don't.
I won't, because I'm scared of losing everything.
Sometimes I even get scared when I walk, alone or with somebody,
Am I living the proper way?
Or am I living with too much fear?
The more answers I search, the more questions I get.
I believe that only my friends can make me feel happy and safe, no fear.
But I can't tell them my problems, then all their attention will be focussed on me, and I'd rather live in a shell.
The only time I really feel confortable is at night, in my room.
Quiet, alone, daydreaming about how my life should be.
But then I open my eyes and I'm still locked up in this body.
A cold shiver goes through my spine.
Blood is running faster through my veins.
Adrenaline, thats what I feel.
I see everything so clearly all the sudden.
Realising this is my life, and I choose who's part of it and who's not.
Life's for my own to live my own way.
But why can't I for once get what I really want?
I've got a roof above my head, clothes and food, and everything I could wish for that money can buy.
But I would give that all up for that other thing missing in my life.
I care about that person, I love that person. and if needed I'll die for that person.
Does she love me too?
How can I be sure?
I'm too scared to ask, but too strong to let it go.
The feeling is overwhelming.
Is this what they call love?
I guess so, not sure.
Can't get her out of my head, but we have such a good band.
If i tell her my feelings it might ruin our friendship.
I cannot live with that either.
Will time learn me what to do and how to do it?
What if she has feelings for me too?
That would mean I'm not scared anymore, not afraid to be myself.
I cannot make up my mind.
Will have to spend many more nights on my room, thinking about life itself and all things that has to do with it.
And someday, my time will come.
No more insecureness, only happiness.
But until that day .....
-=Robbie=-