Weaker
I tell you a thousand things,
Feelings, fears, and hopes.
No one else knows what I am,
I care not for those folks.
When I was in pain, I ran to you,
To tell you my life is sore.
But I ran to tell you what happened,
Because than life, you meant more.
Times have changed,
And we have drifted in life.
aLone I have faced it
and conquered many a strife.
When I finally ran to you,
To tell you what I was doing.
I realized I had changed
From where we were to where I am going.
Sadly, I return to my corner,
In life, I am now my own sense maker,
Knowing, without you there
I am all the more weaker.
Date: 3rd December, 2006
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