Me and myself, alone in my head,
voices fleeting, time I dread.
Before I have another disaster,
I'll try and make it go by a little faster.
I could have a drink or I could have a dream,
I could stop and think or I could stop and scream.
Being angry makes me tired.
I try to tell myself that my anger should be fired.
Burn it up and let it go,
or it'll eat you alive, this  know.
To forgive is one of the hardest things to do,
but if I can't learn to forgive,
what does that make me into?
I don't  want to be driven by hate,
that would only seal my fate.
I want all of the bad feelings to cease,
I'm tired now and I just want peace.
I don't want to be lost anymore.
I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be sore.
I don't want to be afraid of intimacy,
I just want something a little closer to me.

By Melissa High october2007