What is the problem
the disappointment in your face
the sadness in your eyes
that sly somber smile you use as your disguise  
the feeling of wanting someone with you
...and then no one at all
Are they the problem?
Piercing; judging with their looks
whether it be about the person I love  
if I believe in up above
or if I keep my head in books
Am I the problem?
for being so self conscience  
for letting depression grasp it's hands on everything I've conquered  
am I wrong for taking on peoples problems  
so I can ignore mine
even knowing once I'm alone again they will be on the rise
I'm the problem
They're the problem
The problem will always be there and always true
and now that you're done with mine  
**whose problem are you?