dear unexpected audience

sincerely meagan... i think.

the passion that runs through my vains,
is the same passion i bleed on paper..
but i dont loose anything, in this case i gain.
an outside view as to what i know my heart believes;
but i read it as a reminder so i stay on the path i wanna indeed complete,
because when i get side tracked, and cant get back.. to the spot i left bread crumbs to follow back
as if they blew away not intended for me to find my way..
but i couldnt loose myself the way i loose my head these days
dont know who i intend to be, cause it changes so drastically
one day i wanna be the one to save them lives..
the next i wanna end my own internally,
cause im dyin on the inside
cryin on the inside
hurtin, cuttin, beatin, i aint nothin on the inside
because now the insides hold no insides
hollow is what has become on the insides and i hide
my self deeper on the inside and i try to reverse what i know i show here on the inside
because the outside has always got that negative attention
because people can come up with their own perception from looking on the outside
but if they knew the inside could they say anything at all?
could they know your flaws crack define words spillin from your jaw at all?

can i know who is reading this?
can i know who i affect?
could i bleed the truth get deep to the root,
know what issue i can highlight and detect?

not substantially, cause you see im not on the inside
because im to busy being who i figure fits easy..

cause myself is to busy hiding on the inside.

dear unexpected audience,