It has started a very blue day
Naturally, it's Monday
There is a thick curtain-like veil
Over my world today
I have lost all perspective
Like a moment of clarity
And every other day of my existence
Was seen through rose colored glasses
I feel like an unwelcome stranger
In my own home
"Knock, knock....can I come in into my space inside your heart?"
Why am I left alone to "deal" with
All of my anxiety by myself?
Why do you discard me like a book that
You have already read
Putting me back on the shelf?
Why are you there and I am here?
Where is your sense of perception
That I need you near?
Why am I always left here shedding
These tears of my own?
Why, when you are here with me,
Do I still feel alone?
