lonelynature

I listen to each word of my country,

Each act that fights to get rid of everyone I care for.

Each word that our government cleverly boasts

About how they belong to us.

Why does your torch burn? 

The young girl asks, 

Pouting her lower lip in confusion. 

It is fire, 

The lady gently responds, 

It's a long, thin and twisted, smooth rope,

One I could wrap around the skin on my wrists,

And keep myself tied to one place.

Because when I'm with you, I'm free,

Chasing the world without a finish line

In a chaotic world 

of eight billion people, 

each hidden away 

in their own 

separate lives, 

be remembered for 

being the person 

who brings others joy, 

Can somebody

Anybody

Tell me if I’m doing this

Right

Tell me if I’m following the right set

Of instructions

Tell me if I’m using the 

Correct map

Can somebody

Anybody

Every time you try to get close, I push you away... 

Every time you ask if I'm alright I don't know what to say... 

I'm always saying sorry even if it's not my fault...