Here's to moving on... (poem not aimed at anyone in particular, just random)

I wish I could take back the things I thought.
But it’s hard to change the way I have felt.
For understanding I have so long sought,
Hard to find because of all I’ve been dealt.

Many words still spoken behind my back.
Why can’t those words be spoken to my face?
One of these days I know that I will crack.
All of this just seems like one huge disgrace.

You don’t know how I feel deep down inside.
You have never taken the time to ask.
After the long nights in which I have cried,
I instinctively just put on my mask.

You should have known that once I found it out,
My thoughts and feelings would be filled with doubt.


and, I bet you didn't see this one coming:
60 Days until I leave to move in @ COLLEGE:)