Throbbing
maybe its the enviorment
or the throbbing in my head.
maybe that I have no home
not even a bed.
It could be that Im scared of change
or scared it wont be bad.
Stuborn in my first instincts
I wont leave what I have.
They all say Im not alone
they know just how it feels
I understand that we all cry
but were crying different tears.
And no amount of pretty words
or harsh lectures of the truth
will change the way my mind is set
and what you know I'll do.
Copyright © Kirsten Gregory | Year Posted 2010
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