Murder She Wrote

Not being heard or seen for who I am

Murder She Wrote

 

Scared in the back of my mind

Thinking about if my life is really mine

Doing all these things to persuade

That she is fine during the parade

Don’t bombard me with everything

Though you believe I can take on every and anything

It’s like you do this on purpose

It’s only advice, optional I suppose

But I find myself obliged to go with what you say

And I do see the help you try to convey

But sometimes let me be

Times are different

What you see as struggling is indifferent

To me anyway

Because the situations

And altercations

That happen on a daily basis builds me up

I learn from it all

It’s not what you saw for me

It’s not even something that you would have predicted or wanted to see

But it is my life you know

No matter how hard I try though

You see what you want, and believe the worst in the situation

This is something I felt was right

And with all my might

I so badly want to show you this

At the moment there seems to be no way

Have faith, is what you tell me, do you?

I shouldn’t be doing this

I shouldn’t be trying to sit here and please so many others

Especially if it makes myself unhappy

And when my mind is clear of the negatives and mistakes I am happy

No nagging, no constant reminders of hinting at mistake

Your soul is meant to be at peace with what you choose to do in your life

And if this isn’t so, then murder she wrote

Author's Note

Honest comments, please and thank you.