Confused and uncertain,
not knowing what to do,
bewildered and distraught,
with no one to turn to.
Exploding in pain,
unable to withstand,
its so unbearable,
but hashem’s holding my hand.
Everyone has advice,
everyone’s two cents,
yet nobody seems to understand,
how the agony’s so intense.
I’m craving some space,
I’m dieing for relief,
of my privacy I’m robbed,
by one nasty mean theif.
Abandoned, left alone,
lonely and unstable,
I need a listening ear,
yet nobody seems available.
Just wish my bubble would open,
just want it all to burst,
I want to let the tears out,
for those I have a thirst.
You’re probably sick of my nasty poems….I’ll stop…okay sorry.