Not much seems to
Have
Changed
In many ways it is
All the
Same old
Same old
     
Still not
Open to
People
Still don't talk much
Don't ask for dances
Look for
Lovers
      
Can't say that my
Behavior is any
Different
Same old habits
Same old behavior
Nothing at all
New
      
But I no longer feel
Sorry for
Me
Accepting that
Given how I act
Loner is my
Role
      
No longer sad
Down at the
Mouth
Because I meet few people
Friends come slowly
No dancing partners
No lovers
      
Nothing I can
Even
Hope for
What is, is a
Product of
Who I
Am
      
What more
Could I
Expect
Not going to
Get much when I
Give so
Little
      
Maybe my behavior is
All
Bad
But it's all I
Can
Deal
With
     
Keep on
Smiling
Dreaming
Doing what I
Can do
Being who I
Can be
      
It was silly for me to
Be
Sad
Was always
Finding what I
Could
Cope with
     
But it took
Looking into the
Mirror
Seeing what I was
Doing
Why I was
Doing it
      
Not ready now to
Risk the downside of
Sexuality
Keeping everyone at
Arms length
Pushing them all
Away
     
May not seem
Like much of a
Breakthrough
But at least I'm
Happy now
No longer crying on
Everyone's shoulder
      
Keep moving on
Seeing what tomorrow
Brings my way
Maybe someday the terror will
Pass me by
Wear a
New mask

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