So many times
I've done this,
standing here all
on my own.
Please don't you
leave me, too.
I try so many times
to tell you how I feel,
and yet
you still don't understand.
I am breaking my back,
trying to stand tall
for you
and so many others.
Am I not allowed
to still be a child?
All I want is a little time to myself.
I can't keep up
this little charade.
I can't take this any longer.
How much more
responsibility
can one mere child take?
Lord, please,
I'm dying here,
all alone,
against my treacherous thoughts.
Life hasn't dealt me
a hand of cards
I thought I couldn't take,
and yet,
now I am beginning to
doubt my own feelings and control.
Please, I need someone
to take control
before I go careening off my path.
