Yes, I'm a messYou ask me what's wrong, but you won't understand.Yes, I'm a mess3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not everything can be solved by the touch of a gentle hand.
You ask me why I won't let you in, why I push you away.
If I would, you would run out of reason to stay.
I may be crippled, I may have been broken before.
I may have been knocked down, and burned to the core.
But I know how to get up, get the dust off my clothes.
I know how to stand up and show the world I'm okay while I pose.
You say it's an act, it's not real.
But I'd just scare you off with how I really feel.
I need you too much, I can't let you go.
How will I survive without you in my life? I don't know.