The common denominator in Poetry

I'm out here in the dark 

I've lost my way again 

And any way I turn, shoulders get turned away 

I don't know what I've done 

So I can't reach out because it feels like it's always me

And I'm not sure who I am anymore 

But I left the good things undone 

And I have nothing good to offer 

And I'm sorry you thought there was something here 

You should run so far away 

I would never blame you

I can barely take care of myself

there's just pain and misery and emptiness 

And there's a reason why I sit spinning all alone night after night..

That's why I can't keep anything or anyone close 

Because on the inside... It's a broken mess not worth touching 

And usually there's a cover on it and I keep it well and hidden 

But what if it breaks? What if I can't always keep it together? What if you see something you're not supposed to?

Sometimes when I see you my smiles are real 

But typically they're just trying to hide all the things inside that have all long since died

And you deserve better 

We all do