Flushed in frustration
Tears rapidly falling from my eyes
Giving me a burning sensation
Left alone in my issues
Wiping my own tears and no one’s there to get a tissue
To the old me, I miss you
All the madness you’ve endure, I still don’t know how you got through
Many nights I laid in silence
Thinking of how people done me wrong and I didn’t choose violence
Started a war in myself for not speaking up
There for others in their troubles but alone in my own
What does that make me? A convenience