I hear about it all the time.
My world spins so fast,
Everything just seems out of grasp.
I try to focus on just one,
Only to see it's the wrong one.
See inside feel my pride,
No one should have to hide.
But if I see what I find inside,
Behind the hurt, prejudice and pride.
Beyond my physical/ emotional pains,
Past the clouds and the rains.
I find "myself" looking out,
But can you hear me if I shout.
Should I try, shout, or cry?
Welcome to my lullaby!
Rachel Lee Hobbs