Ahead
Pretending I am fine.
Telling all that life’s divine.
But something, somewhere is not right.
For alone I cry in bed at night.
Not quite sure what, but something must give.
I need to restore what won’t let me live.
Could it be disappointments from my past?
Or maybe a fear that nothing’s ever going to last?
Unable to ever clearly express
Exactly what is causing this distress.
For now I just have to hang on and be tough.
And look forward to when things aren’t so rough.
