Doubt
Where are we going? Where do we stop? I'm tired and lost, what good does it do with all the complaining you do? Do you feel it? The pressure is rising. It is getting harder to breathe, can't you tell. Me. Myself and I, I can't see... My vision blurs as does the world around me. Can you hear my cry of plea, the need for help without judging me or am I nothing to you. Just a speck on a window glass unwanted and annoying. A wish for me to go away and never be seen again. I can't fight it, what should I do? Answer me please! Call it intuition but I can see the way you look and whisper at me. Do I jump too quick to conclusions or will you prove me right once again. Will you let me suffer knowing that without you I am at loss of a the love I had for you.