Fight.

Sometimes I run,
leaving no fore warning goodbye.
Sometimes I hide,
disappear in the blink of an eye.
Sometimes my lips say hush,
for with you, I cannot lie.
Sometimes i fade.
for i have a tendency of pushing people away.
Sometimes I shy,
in fear you might see me cry.
Sometimes I’m angry,
a silent simmering.
Sometimes I hurt,
Expressed best, a frightful rampage.
Sometimes my silence…
Rings louder than its monotone meaning.
Sometimes I’m spiteful,
Darling dear it’s really sadness.
Sometimes I’m frustrated,
For I expect you should know how to fix me.
Sometimes I’m disappointed,
For I expect you should already know what I’m thinking.
Sometimes I’m desperate,
In hopes you’d just find me out.
Sometimes I’m worried,
That someday you’ll give up on me.
Sometimes I fear,
my pandora of a box shall escape me...
Sometimes I’m confusing,
For a conclusion is still in the making.
Sometimes what I mean,
Is perceived as another thing.
Sometimes I cower,
For to arms, you are with your walls.
Sometimes I’m bruised,
Left by your unconscious doings.
Sometimes I’m annoyed,
For at times, you haven’t a clue.
Sometimes I’m stubborn,
Then again pride plays us the fool.
Sometimes I know I hurt you,
Darling dear it’s never intentional.
Sometimes I’m the fool,
For I should know you better.
Sometimes I keep things from you,
for to me, its nothing more or less
Sometimes my attempts at being brave,
Is a farce and fallacy.
Sometimes I can’t explain,
Darling dear it isn’t that I don’t care…
Its because I feel you shouldn’t ….
Sometimes I forget who I am.
Then you say you care, bringing me back around again.
Sometimes I try,
To figure it out, find a way…
Sometimes in the process,
I lose sight of those around me.
Sometimes I forget your needs,
Causing you days worth of grief’s.
Sometimes I run from you,
For at times, you know me so well.
Sometimes I’m left baffled,
When you say you care and reach out.
Sometimes I’m thankful,
You care enough to even stick around.
Sometimes I hate,
for you discover all my hidden ways.
Sometimes I love,
For you know me all too well.
Sometimes I write poems,
Like this sappy one right here.
Sometimes what I’m trying to say.
Is I’m sorry for being Sam and thank you for being a friend…
Sometimes what I mean is…
I love you.