There's no one calling
'cuz there's no one interested
and that's okay;
Truth hurts but truth rules
There's no one visiting
'cuz I am insignificant
and that's just fact
(we are all flies in the ointment)
No one holds my hand
'cuz I'm meant to do so myself--
or be content without--
and haven't yet learned how
I'm so concerned with others'
opinions and needs that I neglect
my own...
My bad, to be sure
My desperate need for approval,
my desire to be noticed,
my wish to have impact and be worthy,
they crowd out rational thinking
My loneliness is due to
my own skewed view,
placing others' importance
over my delicate hue
I have shirked my responsibility
to me
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