BeLIEve

It’s not my fault that I am this way, despite how easy blame is to cast. I take no honor in my sick ways

And by no means defame another. I ask for serenity but in short supply

For I know not better than to be this face amongst the crowds of shaded lines.

Broken might’ve been my design for broken I am now and ever it seems,

I thrive on compassion and care above all, yet little might I receive.

I fight the darkest of demons within, yet not a drop of support comes for me,

I have few friends and sketchily their loyalty is drawn, upon threads of steel wool,

Just waiting to break or burn. I am alone to myself for eternity to torment, yet eternity has not the chance,

For I torment myself, I seek endlessly someone who might stand behind me in spirit

An endless search with no yield in sight. when I draw close to one I find myself pushed back

Or drawn in only to find they are not capable of what I need

If I draw in, I break myself to find resolve to leave. if pushed back, I break myself to find resolve to stay

Or leave, either way I’m doomed. Doomed to walk amongst those

Who have not what they need most, for some this is money, for some a cure,

For some a friend, and for some relief for that which they suffer,

But me. No I am not of those many, I am one of very few who need something

That while it’s so real to me is only a fluke to so many who take its embrace for granted,

I seek only to be understood and wanted, loved if you might permit. No matter how hard I try,

I’ve not found a soul who’ll take me, I know not why I’m against their faith, nor why I’m hated so.

I know only one simple thing, I do believe in love, but it’s clear love believes not in me.