Once there was you,
now your lost somewhere deep inside.
Anxious, anxiety ridden, and frustrated with life.
Confused by my words, saddened by my requests.
I wish there was some way of letting you know that
I understand that you’re doing your best.
Lost in a world that is so different from mine,
emerging ever so often feeling left behind.
Like a ghost on the outside whose presence remains.
I wonder if you could run what place would you hide.