Becomings

My poetry always seems such a clear expression, just the truth with rhymes. But Vinny, you never seemed to see what was in my writing, and you never asked. You never understood, and for the moment, I am reminded that you and still don't.

I'm not here, so
Go away, no
Don't go

Don't go


Behind the eyes I see it,

Scared of what's to come,

I have no way to conceal it,
Afraid what will become,
But some of them believe it

Didn't know when it would come,

And I sure didn't see it

Tired of the tears
the bumps the fears
So sick of it all,
Uncertainty of what's dear

The issues unknowingly near.

Afraid of what's to come
Afraid what I'll become
Don't go away please
Don't go away

Behind my eyes I feel it

Can't distinguish what I need

Feel there's no way to conceal it

But I know I will succeed

Though still not sure if I can heal it

Though 'ventually I'd be okay,
please don't go away.

I hate the prospect of 'some day'

I'm sick of getting hurt,
Sick of all the hurt,
Done with all the hurt.

 

So maybe it'd be better- It's why I write this letter- if you did just go away.
No, please don't go away.

But if you feel you must…

Then please just go today