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Afraid
This is a bit of an experiment with a different kind of poetry than I did before. If you read the ones I did before, you can probably see a bit of a pattern in the themes... oh well.
I've wandered through this life alone
With no real place to call my home
Sadness stalks me where ever I go
Torment is all I've ever known
Rainy days won't go away
Except for when I need them the most
Why am I here on this earth
I've been toruted ever since my birth
There has to be more than what I have seen
But when will I find just what I need
I forget about life when I can
But soon it comes knocking at my door again
I need to get away from this place
Somewhere that I can be my own person, with my own face
When that time comes it can't be worse
So when chance and I meet I hope to go
But will I recognize it,
And will I not be afraid?
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When life gives you lemons, sqeeze the juice into a squirt gun and shoot people in the eyes
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