bethy85
03-18-2006, 11:45 AM
Standing in a crowded room,
I feel alone.
So much weight on my chest,
Why am I on this thrown?
So many secrets,
I make them my own.
I have a voice,
But I have yet to learn how to speak.
I open my mouth,
And nothing comes out.
I have yet to learn how to ask for help.
Alone I stand,
In this crowded room.
How did it get this far?
There are people here all around me,
But I’m too high up on my thrown,
So I stand alone.
I feel alone.
So much weight on my chest,
Why am I on this thrown?
So many secrets,
I make them my own.
I have a voice,
But I have yet to learn how to speak.
I open my mouth,
And nothing comes out.
I have yet to learn how to ask for help.
Alone I stand,
In this crowded room.
How did it get this far?
There are people here all around me,
But I’m too high up on my thrown,
So I stand alone.