My Life

My Life I seem to know entirely too much Of pain, and stress, and strife, And entirely too darned little About living, and of life. I can't remember any time When I've been free from fear. I've lost entirely too many Of the things I hold so dear. I've felt far, far too much, the pain Of love that's come and gone. Sometimes I just don't have the strength It takes to carry on. I want so many things from life, And yet I don't know what to do. So many things still hold me back, And I just can't follow through. I know that there are answers To the questions that I ask. But every day I must put on Another twisted mask. I'd like to say I'm doing well, That everything's okay. But in the meantime I still struggle Every minute, every day. No one sees me reaching out, They think I'm doing fine. But my life is in a shambles And the misery is mine. Everyone has felt the pain, I know I'm not alone, But sometimes it just feels that way, Because my troubles are my own. Thomas Cusick