Why can’t I just admit?

That I’m awkward at everything

I always try to keep up

But I end up falling short

This story just goes

With never ending prose

But darkness never subsides

You leave me all these lies

Don’t worry I’m coming home

Where the hugs and greeting will set me on

No more times of feeling all alone

Until I step away from that door

It all comes back to the start

It’s all coming back to me

The thoughts and humiliates

I can’t even fucking breath

As I stand in front of you

My breath is drying for some intuition

Looking outside I see nothing but frustration

Don’t hold me down

Or I’ll make my sound

I’ll make my sound