I Am

 

 

I am quiet
I am meek
Always humble
My shoes slightly squeak
I was lost among the shadows
Haft dead or dying
While the weight of my mind 
Forces me down
How I wish I had my comfort
And all the missing smiles that promised to remain
I am alone
Like I used to be
A hidden little toy in bedlam
Where each day lasts an eternity
And often pain overcomes me
And no sweet voice may reach me
Maybe I shouldn't have opened my soul
Shown my misery and beauty 
My perfection of insanity
Then maybe no one would leave me
And for once I could be happy
I am humble 
I am meek
Often quiet
Usually crazy
They never suspect me.

By Amanda M. Burns

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved