Little Intentions

This is getting old
This sting of rejection.
The world in someone's hands
they've got it all under control.

My ego
and good intentions drag me down
and even though i hope with a fearful heart
All is torn down and trampled in an instant.

I should give in,
Turn it all back to something that never could be
It's inevitable
because I can't see beyond the doubt.

As my anxiety builds,
My throat tightens;
eyes wide and fingers reaching to grasp...

what I cannot have.