Threads of Words

The Gaining of Power

I do not expect for you to understand all of my problems.

I can not comprehend most of them myself.

Oh, I have tried to be strong.

I have kept my own issues hidden from almost everyone that I know.

What else do you want me to do?

Normal is just a facade that I dare to put on.

Quietness is usually my only expression of words.

Because of that I have been my own friend.

Must I travel through life in solitude?

No, I am not alone.

I have you my dear.

But you are but a ghost of my past that keeps me moving forward.

Forward into utter nothingness.

I do not ask for you to look down upon my poor soul and pity me.

I have too many problems to obliterate.

I know that I have the ability of gaining power to help myself.

Don't we all.

Wishing for power has gotten me to no place on this earth.

But really, I think that I simply do not wish for love anymore either.

I once did and so did you.

Love is just a mere game that we mortals play to pass the time away.