My Personal Grenade

My fear of telling people I care about my problems

An errant thought

A whispered plea

That somehow

You could love me

 

a dream inside

the nightmare

Of my life

That you could

Help me end

My endless strife

 

You say that you care

And you always will

That you're here to help me

But I'm standing still

 

I'd run to your arms

If I were not afraid

That my troubles, my struggles

Are like a grenade

 

The pin might be pulled

On accident

And send you on your way

To your heavenly ascent