There's a burried truth beneath all the lies, <br />That fiction it blinds me as it stirs and unties. <br /> <br />Forward I go, but I still hold back, <br />I reach for my safety but I'm still intact. <br /> <br />I search for a reason but nothing prevails, <br />I try and I try but in the end I would fail. <br /> <br />I cling on to hope for the coming of tomorrow, <br />But still I would doubt and I'm left in my sorrow. <br /> <br />As I cross the street and I look down the floor, <br />I wonder again would I open the door. <br /> <br />I lose my balance as I wobble and slide, <br />I run back and forth as I flee and I hide. <br /> <br />I look for a way to try to move on, <br />But how can I do so, I keep holding on. <br /> <br />I need to know the reason so that I can feel, <br />So that this confusion would finally heal. <br /> <br />I don't know when this confusion would end, <br />But I know I'm sure that you're just my friend. <br /> <br />I should be contented, I should just accept, <br />Before I start thinking and misinterpret. <br /> <br />So I am now waiting for courage and time, <br />So I can be with ease and just move on fine.<br /><br />Nashy Lamen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-611/
