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This is my story
I apologize for its lack of glory
My tale is one but of woe
Impossible for anyone to know
I sit here at twenty years
My eyes fighting back tears
To think I one so wary
Have such a heavy burden to carry
My cross wood it is not
Perhaps iron, most likely wrought
What is it that is holding me down?
Was it my relocation to this new town
In one person I can confide
But within myself fears still hide
Do I fear in success?
Or the lack thereof to impress
Do I think about things too much?
Or with myself am I out of touch?
Is this but a pity trip?
Have I really lost my grip?
To the world I'll not close my eyes
But from despair I'll rise
I may not trust again for a while
But in time again learn to smile
Day by day I'll live my life
And perhaps it will lessen the strife
To let fate be my guide
My worries will certainly subside