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.
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