No one is here to save me,
It is just me against the world,
I am barely standing,
And watching the world go by.
You showed me who I am,
As comfortable as ever in my own skin,
Now I find myself struggling,
Between who I really am and who people would like me to be.
I feel frightful and alone,
When I see you walk away,
Because now I have to camouflage my skin,
Someone who is not me and I despise it,
This is when I miss you the most.
No comments:
Post a Comment