All I Have Left To Say

This could be the end of me, Enveloping me silently, Taking over almost entirely Until I don’t know who I want to be. It is an awkward subject to broach, One I’m never quite sure how to approach, So most of the time I dodge, avoid, And grow so frustrated and annoyed At the sense of being on my own That I can’t delay or postpone Some kind of cry for a helping hand, For someone to help me understand What the hell is going on, and that’s why Sometimes I have the urge to cry, To show you my confusion and pain, Let the tears cascade like rain; But often it’s not the time or place To get mascara all over my face, Or bring the mood down a notch or four – I don’t want to be the depressing bore. I try to talk in a light-hearted way, But I’m never quite sure what to say, So I stumble and make it sound Like I think it’s funny or I’m messing around… By the time I realise, it’s been too long To correct what now sounds all wrong, And I’m left with an uncomfortable sense of regret While you are angry, worried and upset; By reaching out, I push you further away, Until sorry is all I have left to say.