When in the light of eyes I turn away
Bowing before some vague need
I hold back the longing to seek
Wanting to break the chains of the meek
Rage pain, sadness and doubt
Is any of it mine? Why was I left out?
When I see someone walking away
I want to pull on their hand, beg them to stay
Why do I behave as I do?
Am I only making a new excuse?
‘Sigh’
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