Intervention

How many times have I been here? A fair few I’d say. But what do I do now? There doesn’t seem to be a way That I can explain how I feel Or why I do what I do. Everything has so many angles But this is nothing new. I’m screaming but not being heard. There’s always a way to turn And make me look responsible While everything around me starts to burn. I know it’s my fault. I know what I am. Mean, selfish, everything disappointing. I just want to hide like a clam. I don’t always want to fight. I want you to see what I see, I want you to understand. That I never stopped being me Even though things are different now. I wish you could see through my eyes And feel how happy I am. What you’re seeing is disguised By the stress you’re causing me. The many sides of all these concerns Are spinning me around If we listen maybe we can learn And see theres more to be found.