It’s wearing thin my soul
All this being who I’m not
A little gnat, living in my skin
These past few months
I see a girl, I see her hair
I see her smile, I see her shape
But it’s a blur
I don’t recognize you
I don’t condone the things you do
I don’t understand the way you think
As of late, you are a stranger
Back to my roots
Back to my comfort zone
I run as for my life
At least I’ve travelled just so far
That I can still turn back.
T
© 2012
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