Here I am standing before you,
Down on my knees continuing to pray,
As tears flow from my eyes I ask you,
"what makes me tick this way?"
So many issues, problems I can't seem to unravel.
Yet you say I'm a vision of you,
I'm baffled.
I can't seem to sleep right anymore,
I cry when I get dizzy,
My heart feels weak,
And though I try to stay busy;
I can't help but feel weak and defined.
Another person in this world of grime.
Hoping to just pass this time....
Sincerely yours,
An out spoken person.
J