If I could just be real
I would say that my heart
Is extremely breakable
I would say
I’m not doing well…sometimes
Bills have stacked up
Friends have backed up
Emotions are jacked up
Depending on the day
I would say
I am acting tougher than I really feel
Or may actually be
Feel weaker than my weakest point
Softer than my most tender part
I would say
I relish the thoughts of being held
Cherish the hopes of it again
While doubting that very thing
I would say
I miss my loved one…desperately
Appear to be losing at love…regretfully
Confused at times, abused at times
Wondering who’s zooming who
At times
I would say what’s on my mind
If I could be just be real
But that’s not what people dig
So I will look and say,
I’m doing fine