21
Take a bottle
Would you share with me
Or is it too much just
To wander for a solid hour
Take another day to celebrate
The aching trouble that I am

It’s not a state
It’s a burden that I can’t escape
A vacant place, treaded to commemorate
My illusory memories; distorted
For who I am

For who I am
The wandering, aching, coward
The selfish, loveless horror
I’m of fragility, sheltered from
The kindness of the world
For who I am
The wandering, aching, coward
The paralyzing horror
Of my love to all the aching
So I bind myself
Cry to myself
And wish myself
Another year to
Grow
Bear with me
Or I’ll pride myself with vanity (or)
The value of my silence just to calibrate
Delusions I can calculate; they wring me
For who I am

For who I am
The wandering, aching, coward
The selfish, loveless horror
I’m of fragility, sheltered from
The kindness of the world
For who I am
The wandering, aching, coward
The paralyzing horror
Of my love to all the aching
So I bind myself
Cry to myself
And wish myself
Another year to
Grow with my emotions
Will I grow