In the end
it is me,
for me.
The problem is that I do not care for myself either.

- I don't know why I keep expecting someone else to save me from myself.

I am
The lighthouse
and the storm
altogether

- I worry for the ship that goes by

This is who I am: A forever work on progress

Not another tear
Not for it

I don't know why
But when the sun goes down
I go down alongside it

- perhaps I'm a sunflower

I
Falled
But you
Had a better sense of balance

- it goes on and on

You say
You're not playing
You say
You do care
I ask
If this is real
You say "it is"
You say
You say
You go on and on about it
Then you disappear
Ghosting
For so long
And then you come back
"Dont overreact,
I was just busy
I have a live as well"
Make me feel dumb
For feeling insecure
You say
You say
You talk me out of my senses
So well
That I forget
That words
And actions
Are a world apart

- how I feel it's not open for changes