Crazy she calls me
Because I run
Too afraid to face what I should
Because I hide
Too afraid of confrontation
Too afraid of being sought after
For all the wrong reasons
(obligation, pity)
I hide from all
Though all is not choice
I seek as well
Though most is unattainable
And more is hiding too
In the dark unnoticed corners
I am afraid;
I want to be found
But who will find me?
They’re the one with the match
And not I;
I wield the candle
Illuminate my prison
I will surrender
I will admit it
You will win
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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