All of our friends are over, all with their lover.
As I sit on the sofa twiddling my thumbs,
I begin to wonder where I went wrong.
It must be the shyness, possibly my appearance
or maybe they see the raging war inside of me.
After all no one wants broken things.
No one wants the tears and scars that comes with a package like me.
People say I’m just not ready,
that I need to wait for my mind to become more steady.
But healing doesn’t happen overnight,
and I know this is something I’ll deal with the rest of my life.
You guarantee there’s one out there for me..when I’m ready.
but I can’t help but wonder…will I ever be?