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a hundred tons

a day's end
a god sent
gift to me
cause I can finally be
me, i can
dance
to the beat of my heart
one that's been hurt
and hurled
a million times, till i've curled
in a ball
while i try to stall
back my emotions
keep control
and let it roll
cause it's finally night
no light in sight
as the darkness covers up the sky
i hang on for my dear life
just a few more moments of light
and then the fight
winn end
and another battle will begin
a heavy feeling on my chest
while i try my best
to control my suppressed
emotions and i've guessed
a million way
to speak and say
or maybe not speak
or just eat
my emotions
the ones that weigh a hundred tons
-yakaa: jujaa

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