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I think I have been blessed with a curse
A heavy crushing burden I carry about lightly
The extent of the pain I cannot really discuss
Its hard to find one who really understands me

There are so many questions i'll love to ask
Articulating my feelings is such a herculean task
As I deal with ,yours,mine,theirs combined
together
And every mishap feels like its my fault one way or another.

There are days when all I do is cry uncontrollably
Cos the negative and sad energy around controls me
I wish I didn't have to feel them so much
But this is my reality,with it l'm in touch!

Maybe just maybe someday I will be free
Or find some relief at the bottom of the sea
Maybe I'll beckon to my last
To release me so I can make a new start