I will never claim to be a savior,
Because I know I’m far from perfect.
But damn if I don’t try
To be there for everyone that I can
When they really need it.
Everyone leans on me and
I love it,
But I can’t stand it.
I want so badly to be
What my people need.
But I’m starting to wonder things like,
“Do they care for and think of me?”
“Can I lean on them when I need
Someone to listen to me,
With things going on daily for me?”
Or am I just being selfish?
As I sit back
On an average day, trying to relax
And ease my mind,
Essentially frozen in time
Staring out my window
Watching birds fly by,
I’m hoping that
Somehow or some way
My friends will ask.. “hey!
Be honest are you okay?
What are you thinking and feeling today?”
Or is my purpose to stay
A scapegoat for
Everyone else to get away
And live another day?
