To psychoanalyse myself
To work things through
To give myself an unbiased opinion
Or sometimes a biased one.
But you are always there
You are the one I tell
You are the voice in my head
You do not even know
How deep yo uare a part of me.
My depression because I think you no longer want so deep
It may have been your desire once
It may be your desire again; I doubt it
It may be that I can slip back to your level
But I do not want to leave this place.
I am so weak and vulnerable here
That is what scares me
That is what angers me
That I have spent so long taking down my walls,
And building my foundation higher
Don't want to go back to my brick walls, but,
I see it as an inevitable outcome of this path
I want to blame you for leading me here
I want to, but I know it is not your fault,
You only took a fork from this path
I am the one stuck on this road.
The same conversations palyed over and over; reruns
The same need to always have someone there.
The same anguished realisation that sends me to dispair;
And still I am not strong enough to stand alone.
