My own and private hell.
Conflicted 'tween my thoughts of rage,
My want and need to yell.
Do I just smile blissfully,
Go on about my day?
Or do I lash out angrily,
And let what come what may?
Don't know how to make this be right,
Don't know just what to do.
It seems myself I always fight,
Don't know what I can do.
Im lonly feel so far away,
And isolated too.
But also smuthered everyday,
By people just like you.
Your close and yet your way out there,
Your mind is not on me.
You talk and ramble as you stare,
But I know you can't see.
'Spose your not needed, never are,
I'll figure-it out alone.
I'll wish upon my lucky star,
That I won't die alone.
By: Sara Jacobson
