They have come to say hello to me, yet I don't know what to say to keep them here.
I want so many to see the great thing I have created, yet scream at them all to go away.
Is there something wrong here? Something wrong with me? Sometimes I believe so.
Who knows what was once supposed to be, but now isn't close to coming true.
How sad, even though I still exist.
Who would have thought that I could exist through pain and distrust.
But, when I least expect it, there is always someone knocking on the door. |