I am everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
I wrestle with sleep and strange dreams.
You may wonder why I’m weeping, and the answer is simple:
I am all alone.
There are men who only want sex,
and it saddens me to say
that I have friends who don’t know who I am.
Portions of people have collected at the bottom of my heart,
and for this reason it is hard to clean.
I am torn between wanting to be understood
and wanting to have peace.
I don’t think that life can go both ways.
If you get too close I’ll wonder why you’re here.
Nobody stays for the right reasons.
Poet: Stefanie Parrott