The things I do that don’t make sense
asking you to leave when I want you to stay so bad
telling you I’m fine, when inside, I’m hurt — I’m mad
walking hand in hand
but my mind is somewhere else
wishing you could find a way to save me
from myself
knowing it’s not fair to ask these things of you
but wishing somehow
you’d help me find my truth
I look into your eyes
and see so many things
your love, myself, and
a sea of things unseen
Afraid
you’ll find the crack in my heart
the only way inside
the door is shut too tight
overgrown with thorns and locks
and things I can’t undo
I wonder how you’d feel
if you somehow got inside
only to look around and see
I’m just like you
