I can feel it, I want to say I have the wit
One day I'll be at the top, But I gotta think, I gotta stop.
I'm too young- To be among, The people who really matter...
My thoughts, swimming in my head; Yet I can't express them, so I wait instead...
For when the time is right. It feels so good, I was meant to write.
Yet I can't reach out, No matter how much I shout
My words are like an arrow; Missing the target, however narrow.