In Person


Selfish and sad I’m stretching towards windows
Containing the views of someone else's life, movements and moods
Wishing so deeply those windows were mine
Working so hard to sit down and define
What happiness looks like in person

Clueless and cold I long to be told
What is right what is wrong from what's safe and feels soft and warm
Wishing so deeply this knowledge was mine
Working so hard to be brave and define
What conquest looks like in person

There is so much stumbling along the way
You get tired of holding your head up
That is something I’ll write about every day
If it keeps me from going insane

Forgiven and false I’m in no right to call
For my god to see how I take care of myself in my need to show off
Wishing so deeply to receive a sign
Working so hard to obey and define
What belief looks like in person

There is so much stumbling along the way
You get tired of holding your head up
That is something I’ll write about every day
If it keeps me from going insane

Helpless and hopeful I carry my hatred
In bags that are made of invisible smiles, swaying from side to side
Wishing so deeply these bags weren't mine
Working so hard to sit down and define
What self pity looks like in person
















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