Spiritual Cries

I must be addicted to pain, 

There’s no other conclusion. 

Tell me what sane is, 

I’ll tell you my pain. 

Faces steering me away,  

Always taking their paths. 

My voice screams , yet unheard, 

Yet still surprised, they don’t listen. 

Show me my place, 

I’ll show you my confusion. 

Try to impress, to be good, 

But always in a mess. 

Tough times, all i have, 

me , myself, and I. 

Wipe the frown off, 

Lift my head up, 

See the good in life.