I sit here, tears running down my face.

I sit here while my heart begins to race.

I sit here screaming inside and no one sees

That I'm loosing my pride.



A painted canvas of blunt pain

Sorrow and wonders about tomorrow

With conditional love surrounding me,

nothing seems true.

While expectations are unreachable

and being angry is unacceptable.

I sit here, tears running down my face.

I sit here while my heart begins to race.

I sit here wondering when the pain will

subside....