Dear God
What happened when you created me,
with my crippling social anxiety?
Did you laugh as I shyed away,
when other kids asked me to play?
Why is it so hard to connect?
Why am I such a reject?
Am I destined to die alone,
with nobody calling my phone?
Or am I just blind
to the escape from my bind.
Maybe one day you'll help me see the light,
and my life will seem bright.
But for now, I'll lie here all lame
Singing....I'm your dying flame
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