Emotionally secure, not that's a hitting question,
one that I tend to be in bed second guessing.
Still so much is happening, and any end I see none.
Don't matter whether in the sky it's the moon and stars, or sun.
I've been sleeping lately, yes, with the most disturbing dreams,
Mainly of a disturbing context, really the most natural things.
Just cause this is not a house, that's not what makes it not a home.
It's the fact of what I fear most here is being not alone.
Maybe I just gave this to myself. Maybe I knew what the goal is.
Right there on my shelf, just me who didn't notice.
All I know now is that the future is unsafe in this environment.
Perhaps it's everyone temperament, will this ever be different?
I can go out easily and escape without anyone to know,
but then once I start interacting it's all a social show.
Maybe say they want to feel my pain, but the question never comes up.
This world is just too busy, everyone seems to have enough sorrow in their cup.
Yes I keep on playing this life as it's a playground,
going through these mood swings, watch everything slide down.
The fact's just I need help, I need to know someone's with me.
I've had too many people already bound to forget me.