Worry Worry Worry
It fills my head
Every day is constant dread
Everything I touch
My brain says too much
The world is a canvas but I’m scared of the paint
Worry fills my head
Now I feel faint

Why do I always have to engage first?
And when I ask how your day was, would it kill you to say it back?
Why do I care about you so much, when you seem to care so little?

Lonely
A feeling that has become all too normal
Why does loneliness stick around when no one else does
Maybe lonely is my friend
Lonely never leaves
It’s there when I wake up
It’s there when I sleep
Lonely isn’t like the others
It’s present
In the bad times and good
Maybe lonely is a real friend

What is my purpose?
Why am I here?
I find something I love and I try to make it my life
But it always ends in some sour ending
My passions burn out like lightbulbs overused
What is my purpose?

I want to be somebody
I just want to be somebody’s someone
Someone to somebody
Not just a body
Not an object to be used and abused
But a want
A need
I want to be chosen
Not settled for
Not the last choice
But THE choice
Somebody’s go to
Somebody’s aid
Not some body