this d r e a d f u l feeling
restlessness will never be my healing
as i sit alone with their company
i don't fit into the colony
i'm just here
existing
but truly i feel myself
drifting
they mention the past
as if my last breath would entail
my ribs collapsing into my heart
all that and again from the start
it's a repeat of my story
i think they enjoy to toy with me
i sit here while they speak their words
and when they leave i think
was i never heard?
did the words that use to fall from my tongue
just merely come and go like a song
a melody they will never understand
they never do the things they say
yet they want me to stay
in their company
i see how they treat the next
perhaps i'm not their best
no matter how much love i pour in the jar
when it gets filled
they empty it and throw the love afar
while i sit here with the jar
my tears fill it instead of love
i am far far above
yet my love He sees
He who created me
why don't the others want my love?
because it is far far above
it is the purest of all kind
only for some it is designed
