I'm a stray
why don't they
pull me in an question
demand answers

i want to plea
tell them
everything
but their eyes
the way they go along with me

as if
it's okay to be this way

I don't understand
somehow
little by little the pain hurts less and less
but that never stops the tears streaking from my eyes

they still watch and nod
give me praise on my shoulders
but there not fixing the cracks
the ones lining my heart