Dear Miley

My

body shivers, my vocals quake,

I'm standing above my own desire.

Nothing makes sense,

my heart, it aches,

what am I to do with all of this fire?

You're not listening, you never do.

What are you supposed to be knowing?

You stare at windows and breathe my air,

you're afraid of where you should be going.

Stop guessing, start questioning, you are not alone.

What makes you think you're that highly?

Stop holding back and dammit start living!

Take notes and learn from dear

Miley.