Tick, tick, time goes by,
All I do is sit and cry.
What is happening inside of me,
What is it that I'm too blind to see.
What is it that's so hard to face,
What makes my mind run in a race.
God I'm alone and so afraid,
For what I've done and what I've paid.
It's been rough and I feel I can't go on,
I've been fight this now for so long.
If only they could enter my mind,
They would be surprised at what they would find.
If only they could see in my heart,
For this is the place where I'm being torn apart.
I try to reveal what is really me,
but they're so caught up in themselves they still can't see.
They like to play games with my mind,
Is there something there they want to find.
Maybe they're upset cause there's only me,
but that is all I'll ever be.
Debby Stanton
1982 12 14
Reason for writing:
I submitted this poem by my sister Debby because what
she says is so true and makes me really think about
people.
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