Here but not,
Fitting in, yet standing out.
Quiet, but inside a shout.
Writing with writers block.
Privacy flew out the door,
new house, colleagues and home.
I need some quiet, some sleep, some peace.
Please just leave me alone,
I canโt handle anymore.
Iโm new at work, at church and in town.
Iโm finding my feet whilst feeling uncertain,
please donโt stare with a frown.
Early at night I close the curtain.
Thought of doing something โnormalโ.
Went to the townโs restaurant,
just colleagues, nothing formal.
Drinking shots to uphold the front.
A guy being everything but a gentleman,
saying: โLook at what Iโm getting drunkโ
They are everywhere, trying to be a man,
but ending up a piece of junk.
Thin walls await at home,
my dog happy to see my face,
hearing the girl next door moan,
please God, grant me with Your grace.
I need to get out but Iโm stuck.
Stuck listening to the girl next door,
with the boy bouncing on the floor,
I need to get out but itโs not my luck.
I have to stay here for now,
although Iโm not sure how.
Tip toeing around not to make a sound,
Living in secret, not to be found.
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