I sit alone a lot
tears sometimes come at the oddest of moments
the sun is beginning to set
and I glance through the window
next to me, the window that separates and shields me
from the world
do you feel the things I do?
Do you cry out in pain,
yearn for love,
weep for pity?
Things I do not wish to express, yet I do
want to.
the world has trained me to be the
things I would not have been-
the courageous, the compassionate, the strong
all these emotions are not mine
they were given to me
and I try to use them
I play on my stage of life and act out these
actor’s thoughts
but inside I weep for another to comfort me
to show me how
to lead me places I have never been
I do not wish for joy or sympathy, only for presence
the knowledge that there will always be another to turn to
and another who will turn