Hurting in circles
Terrified at all times
Stressed at a constant, squarred
To make a move, what if it is the wrong direction?
To speak up, what if it is the wrong argument?
To be, what if it is not enough?
That he is not listening to my unspoken prayers
I assumed he would just know better than I did
Written in bold and capital on my prescription
Except there is no place I can buy that
It is the highly recommended music
But I make quiet and don’t hear anything
Is how my heart beats
Because happy is all I want to be
Except there is no set road
Is all I need
Yet, all I lack.