I can't help but worry,
it's all I do.
I feel as if everything is always in a hurry,
I don't understand and I don't expect you to.

It's hard to feel okay when it is all I know,
I think anything different is a show.

I try to trust,
but my mind constantly wonders down a road,
a road that is quite scary,
and I always walk it alone.

I encounter different strangers on this quiet path,
we talk for sometime,
but none of them seem to last.

I wish I believed as I once did,
but I can't anymore, I'm no longer a kid.