Alone
I was forced to move alot due to multiple repetitious circumstances. I, both, had alot of trouble making new friends, and had to say good bye to alot of good friends.
Copyright Pyrin 2010
How many times will I let myself,
face the fires of my result,
take the time to think it thru,
and look before I leap.
How many times will I leave myself open,
vulnerable to attack, appearing weak and soft spoken,
soft, tiny, easy, poor, dumb, broken.
If I let out my fury, released all the hate,
swore, cursed and yelled, at unbelieveable rate,
they'd see the truth and the nature so raw,
and stop, and stare, at me in awe,
but they wouldnt see the point,
they'd miss it again,
they'd just see the monster inside,
I'd again have to hide,
move again to the side,
to another place, another part,
a different world, another start,
everything left behind, forget about all the pain,
forget about those that will miss, and walk alone thru the cold, dark, rain . . .