CHANGE

Story

I sit in my room every night,
Curled up, like a little girl in fright.
I think about what's happened that day,
I just let it come through my head on replay.
Sometimes it's bad, other times it's good,
I feel like I'm a piece of drift wood.
Something floating around with places to be,
But just wants to be free.
There are lots of worries I think about in my room,
They make me feel so glume.
But the truth behind all of my walls,
Is im scared, and tears stream down my face like Niagara Falls.
It's weird I know,
That I don't know what to do, and where to go.
I keep secrets from the ones I love,
I hope they forgive me and don't shove.
I keep these secrets because I've never really felt like someone was there,
They just don't act like they truly care.
I know if I tell someone all of this they will think I'm just a child who dosn't undersand,
But I do, I know it hurts to get stuck in the sand.
They will say to just talk to them and everything will be fine,
But it wont, I wish something would give them a sign.
Something to let them know we all have different lives,
Some of us feel like we're being stabbed constantly with knives.
I know everyone has issues,
And to get through them they might need some tissues.
But that's not the point.
The point is you can't look at everyone with just your view,
You don't know if they've ever had the flu.
Consider the struggles going on in their head,
Don't just watch them until their dead.
That is my story,
Take it or leave it, it is not mandatory.