By Victoria F. Sanchez

I’m not different, I’m just like you.
I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two
I have fears. Like many I am afraid of dying.
The thoughts of being beneath the dirt
Makes me feel like crying
I may not be rich, but it’s nothing to whine about
How I use the money I have is what counts
So don’t toss me a bone,
My issues are nothing but my own.
I admit, there are be times like life has ended and I may feel lonely and drear
Then something saves me, a temporary home is here.

I’m not so different, I’m just like you
I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two
I have fears, like many I’m afraid of heights
The thought of falling to the ground
Starts to make my heart pound
I am not rich, but I am not poor
I am stable, to pay the bills; I am able.
I have few dollars to spare, don’t need any bone
Take this, now please leave me alone
I admit, I am bored at times with nothing to do but stare at the wall
Left hoping that someone, anyone would call.

I’m not so different, I’m just like you
I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two
I have fears, like many I’m afraid of spiders
8 legs is one too many, those creatures will scare any
I wouldn’t say I’m rich, but I have more money than others
A bone I don’t need, But I will give it to others if needed
Paying if forward, what that boy did
I admit, at times I question who my friends are. Which ones were there from the start.
Which ones will depart?
Unanswered questions left me falling apart.
WE are not so different

I am not happy, I am not sad
I am somewhere in between
Stuck in the same routine
Observe; don’t speak. “Children are seen not heard”.
Tis to why my thoughts speak louder than my words
Imagining a new reality in my head
beacause surely my real one is bitter, and dead.
I am not happy, I am not sad
I’m somewhere in between
Stuck in the same routine

Blame it on
Your absent father
Your addict mother
Your unexpected children
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For your own actions

It's the whiskey
That hit me
It's my own shards
That tore me apart
It's a malevolent God
That lied about love
'Cause you don't do anything

Blame it on
My fragile psyche
My insecurities
My "impossible" needs
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For what you've done to me

It's the cigarettes
That stole my breath
The weight of my expectations
That broke my trust
The spinning of my own wheels
That drove me into madness
'Cause you don't do anything

a conversation that will never occur,
a message that no one will ever send,
a date nobody will ever plan,

*for something that will never happen