11-1-07 Thursday
In days like this;
I Realize if I Run away there would be people that I miss,
But in moments like these,
I wish someone would hear my pleas,
Does anyone Really Care?
Do they have to look and Stare?
Is there Something great about me,
If so then why don't I See,
Maybe I'm just blind,
or it's only an illusion,
with all of me hidden behind.
To open my eyes; & confront what's buried deep , is more-than-likely too painful to swallow, more excruciating to speak.
I'll keep searching within myself in hopes for a better 'morrow.
I'll try harder to find my voice,
or maybe there's one from some kind soul, that would be willing to let me borrow.

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