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 

What are you looking for?