A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

Paradox

It's the paradox of being alone.
I feel lonely surrounded by people I know.
Cause they never quite understand what I'm trying to say.
And if they did, they'd never look at me the same way.

Perhaps I've gotten used to being on my own.
I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to call a home.
Cause when you lose it once, it never comes back.
And I was just a kid who never knew how to ask.

If I was older, I would've demanded to know.
If I was older, I would've refused to go.
Cause I was young, I believed they knew better.
And I didn't realize I needed to read the fine print on the letter.

So I suppose I must reap what I've sown.
These are my mistakes, or so they have shown.
Cause they couldn't handle taking the blame.
And I wasn't aware I had to point out names.

Now I sit in this house I'm meant to call home.
I'm not sure why, but I feel so alone.
Cause the people around me won't hear what I have to say.
And if they did, I know they'd never see me in the same way.