Tell me, how am I supposed to feel
When all I get are crazy things to hear
my childhood was full of fights and nights of tears
I grew up shy with no words to ever say
I’ve never had no friends and today it’s still the same.
And now I’m always afraid of what move to make.
I feel like I’m stuck- I’ve lost from the beginning
Maybe it’s fate, or maybe I’m sinning.
I was never free, despite what it appears to be
But I’ve held onto faith and smile for hope.
I know I’m alone, but from above there’s a rope
for me to climb up, and let all else go-
ignore what’s happening, and keep writing
my list of wishes,
like how I wish someone would do the dishes-
I still struggle to live as life should be
But maybe one day, I’ll live as me
With a tough past, but free of grief.
and maybe I’ll finally write
when I’m not sad, but happy.
Note To My Sanity 