There’s a constant yearning feeling, and a thought, so loud,
in another’s voice.
saying something disconcerting every time.
how i’m insufficient,
or how i’m embarrassing,
saying i cant trust anyone else,
making me feel like i cant trust myself.
i truly don’t understand where other peoples motives lie, nor where my own.
and i’m exhausted from trying so hard to prove myself everyday,
and still falling short every time.
i want so badly to be eased in the right direction.
i want my hand held,
i want the security of knowing that the world is more than just a place where i have to learn to be cruel and vindictive like everyone else.
i want someone to actually care.
to be kind.
to teach me to be kind again.
i don’t know,
i hope one day i can look back at this and laugh, because i’m finally in a better place.
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 3:26 PM UTC
There’s a constant yearning feeling, and a thought, so loud,
in another’s voice.
saying something disconcerting every time.
how i’m insufficient,
or how i’m embarrassing,
saying i cant trust anyone else,
making me feel like i cant trust myself.
i truly don’t understand where other peoples motives lie, nor where my own.
and i’m exhausted from trying so hard to prove myself everyday,
and still falling short every time.
i want so badly to be eased in the right direction.
i want my hand held,
i want the security of knowing that the world is more than just a place where i have to learn to be cruel and vindictive like everyone else.
i want someone to actually care.
to be kind.
to teach me to be kind again.
i don’t know,
i hope one day i can look back at this and laugh, because i’m finally in a better place.
even if the finish line is far, or you have to push the car, keep on marching on.