I sit here waiting,
Crying silently,
Wishing for a hand to hold.
I need a shoulder to cry on,
A heart to reach out,
Someone please come,
While there is still time left on my clock.
Is there a heart,
One that truly sees me as a piece of art?
If so, where could they be?
I'm waiting for them,
Wishing I had the strength to call out to them.
I watch others as they fall in love,
But all I do is sit here,
Acting fine,
When I'm deeply troubled and broken.
No one seems to understand how I really feel.
I look at you,
I feel my hope grow,
But when I talk to you,
I know,
You'll say you need to go,
Make up an excuse just to get away,
From the monster that everyone sees,
The one I call "Me"
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