If only songs could be written, that explained perfectly my thoughts.
If only poems could be penned which related my fears just right.
The pitfalls of being me,
Though some may see none.
Not the callous opinions of every person under the sun.
What troubles me is what I see.
Nothing seems to say it just right…exactly…the way I mean it.
To do this, perhaps, someone else would have had to see it.
They can’t put it just right,
What I'm thinking and feeling tonight.
My future is in another’s hands,
Even though I can trust my family a friends.
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