Still

Sometimes I sit back and ask myself
Why I don't fit in anywhere
What makes me so content
How I get so lonely to the point of tears
It a paradox am still trying to understand

How do I always seem to be the one to give
Is there anyone out there
Who sees who I am
How vulnerable I am
I just need someone to be there
When am breaking down

I can allow a tear
I can allow a whimper
Not a good cry
Not to Let go
If I do everything comes cramping down with me

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