Stuck in the mire that is my thoughts.
My mind losing all its been taught
By me.
All the fears, suffocating
While my heart, itself, stands hating.
Never did I want this path,
But fate always gets last laugh.
If these are growing pains,
Why do I not stand taller?
If, to strength, it pertains,
Why shatter me and make me smaller?
Many would offer words
Of comfort, to me.
But I stand so alone.
Can't they see?
Oh, to be held,
Or simply given one
Gentle touch.
It would be everything.
I ask not for much.
